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Ok, I'm going to use my THIRTIETH journal entry (can you believe my mouth is still running?!) to complain, 'cause it's what
I do best. Those that know me well have heard the bitchin', the complainin', the rantin'.
First. The hot water heater broke today. Kind of reminded me of my last apartment - everything broke in that apartment. The lock
to the front door, the dishwasher, it flooded, the paint peeled, the ceiling peeled, it flooded, the shelf rotted...need I go on?
This is the third thing we've had to fix here since May, so I guess that's not bad, but...just felt really bad. Just felt inconvenient and
the water felt cold. Seems like something's always breaking or needs tuning or maintenance or help. Dexie's lymphoma. Car's
30,000 mile work. Teeth cleaning. Violin bow rehaired. Need I say more? Always fixin' stuff up.
Now this cold - I honestly think it's better than this summer's heat. I remember not being able to sleep because I felt like I was
lying naked in a desert. Then we got the air conditioning. It was sad how we relied on this machine pumping in fake cold air.
But this cold is just mean. It feels like death every time I go outside. My feet have not warmed up in a really long time. I go
to bed in sweatpants, sweatshirt and socks. Feels like Canada or something.
Nothing's good enough, right?
I'm sick of cleaning the cat pee and poop out of the litter boxes (notice the plural - yeah, TWO boxes, for the THREE cats we have).
You'd think they sat down to a tasting menu four times a day. You'd think they were eating something worse than cat food for
excrements to smell like that. The best is when the kitties watch me clean the boxes and then promptly occupy them before
I can throw out the bag of crap. It's like they know it annoys me. I know, my paranoia.
I lost a glove in NYC last weekend. I had had these gloves longer than any other pair - a year. It's hard for me to hang onto
gloves. Now what am I supposed to do with the one glove I have left? It won't feel right with a different type of glove on my
other hand. I need to get those clips that go on the end of your coat sleeves so I don't lose them. I left it in a cab and as it
pulled away I realized the glove was in it. Very frustrating.
Ok, I feel bad venting so much to the cyberworld so I'll save the rest for later.
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