Bleh...

Love the new apt and the Bobby Squirrel. Nice and SIlent. HOwever, I feel lethargic, depressed, and unable and undriven to do anything. I hate being like this. Must get out of the funk!

Strange Things from the Last 48 Hours

1. My moving men Clint and Larry -- they send two scrawny men to lift all my heavy shit. Clint is like a stable hand from some Georgia plantation and Larry is like someone out of East St Louis.

2. The Cable guy -- think black, lisp, effeminate and stuttering. Yeah, that was interesting.

3. Walking around Target -- seeing a father almost have a heart attack trying to find his child and then lectures the child when he does find him. Mind you, the child can;t even speak English.

4. Walking around the Wal-Mart garden center trying to pick soil when a wheelchair comes at me at full speed. A rep with no arms or legs tells me not to buy that soil because the night before a customer was attacked by the ants living in the plant soil.

Can You See A Brand New Day?

My but it has been a long time. Here is the biggest news. I have moved...again. I finally cavedin and gave up on the battle with Rotunda and the bitch boy and I opted to move to another apartment, which was definitely a smart move. The new apartment is on the 3rd floor, has vaulted ceilings and I think is bigger the other one, altho I am paying the same amount. I managed to get the management co. to pay for almost all the expenses. The freaky thing ias that the apartment is on the right side, as opposed to the former left. So everything is mirrored, kinda freaky and anti-feng shui-ish.

Much thanks to Sara, Anna Maria, Carlos and JD for helping me move...and to those friends who said they would and crapped out I give you a warmhearted yet terse THFFFPT! My WHOLE body hurts from carrying boxes up four flights of stairs an estimated 60 times. I hurt in places I did not know even existed. But honestly, the p[ain was worth it. It;s nice to sleep on my own time and wake up on my own and not to the thumping of wilderbeasts. I knew I was in the right place when I was hanging out on the patio and a squirrel ran onto a branch on a tree in front of me, sat up, looked around and grabbed it's "breasts." It ran away, came back and did the same and just stared at me. the Boobie Squirrel is a good sign for sure.