MONDAY SUCKS.
- -I couldn’t sleep last night, typical, and when I finally fell asleep my alarm was going off to get up to do some actual work before my Monday meeting.
- -My landlord is up my ass because I told him I’m moving out in two months. This apartment is admittedly ghetto for being in the best part of town, but if I wasn’t moving onto better places, I’d probably stay here because I’m lazy. The hot water heater is broken and God only knows when he’ll actually fix it, but that’s fine, I’m really into American history so I love boiling water to bathe/wash dishes/wash my face. This morning’s phone call had to do with the heater being “delivery” and “did I do something wrong that you are leaving?” No buddy, I just hate it here. Stop whining.
- -I tried to take a nap in the middle of the day because I can’t sleep at night, and when I did, I just had nightmares. All my nightmares make me feel really inadequate because they’re always about people I know in my current life in my high school classes. Nothing worse than waking up realizing someone said in your dream, “So I don’t know if you heard, but I had sex last night.” and you feeling 16 again because it wasn’t with you.
- -My friend called to invite me to lunch and I haven’t seen him in a while, but I couldn’t go because I thought I had a phone meeting in half an hour. Oh nope, I have one in an hour and a half, I’m just too stupid to do simple east coast time math today. I CAN’T WAIT UNTIL THIS ENDS.
- -My landlord magically appears at my door! “I need to test the locks. I told the broker, David, you know the short guy, about you moving so he will probably come by.” Landlord, you are a short guy. No need for the Napoleon complex. By the way, everything my landlord says is in a heavy Korean accent. This also means he is going over everything over and over and over again. These next two months are going to be awesome.
- -I feel like someone punched me in the face, because I’m groggy. I should probably boil up a big pot of water and get cleaned up like it’s 1865. Can someone remind me why I didn’t just stay in California and become a derelict drifter for a while?
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