but kira told me that they just turned the heat on last night. that the banging & the wheezing are coming from the pipe that runs through jenny's room. that the sudden, drastic temperature change is what was making my breathing rough. so i am not a lunatic, or at least, not all the way. not yet. fingers crossed.
my girlfriend is pretty fucking unhappy that i got pointlessly drunk & passed out in bed yesterday. plan m is not without its hitches. did i really have a fucking plan? other than finishing my minor chore of dealing with the hospital requesting money. medicaid fucking pending, guys. was i thinking i would be sort of cute & drunk when she got home? maybe, maybe that was the plan. & maybe it was a dumb fucking plan.
today does have a plan. the revised plan m. today i will call lots of fuckers, & i will tell them "medicaid fucking pending, guys." then i will finish my new, slick, drag-racing resume, & post that one on monster.com. okay. them is my plans for today. maybe i will write a cover letter for the geek mojo. maybe this hollow nervousness will settle the fuck out.