tired & dream-state. calgon, take me away! game last night was fun, very traditional dungeon crawl, finger on the nose allusion to former days of glory. the red herring league! & when those pills had run their course, i was somehow tricked (tricked!) into going over to carla's. not tricked, not really, though who can say how not-- i just wanted to play with jenny, & in the immortal words of mister punch, thats the way to do it! so yes, trucked & trundled up to manhattan, thanks for nothing to windsor terrace for being un-hooked from continuity-- i had to go back home to even edge up to depart. cocktails (am i the only one drinking?) & rock band till eventually trickled home; something like three in the morning? ain't what she used to be. all i wanted was, moses-like, to split the rock into a fountain! not to be. i'm haunting the ole homestead currently, as the super fixes our pipes. hey, where is that guy anyhow? & didn't i tell him to come on tuesday? no point in griping! if he's here now, he's here now.
sonofabitch! whatever the heck was going on with our non-flushing toilet (it'd hiss, & if you held it down long enough, would flush) is apparently the end of the fucking world, because ceasar is still struggling with it, & you know what? now i really have to use it! my guts are falling out all over the place! my own damn fault for mainlining coffee. oh, & great! now the toilet won't stop flushing, & the super has left the building! okay, it did stop, but only after like, minutes of flushing. what. the hell. at least if he comes tommorow, like we asked, someone will be off work & not, you know, me, needing to open the shop. great! swell! fantastic! time to go! get he-man!
i let jenny straighten my hair. it turned me into a harkonnen.