Mosquitos, Mosquitos, Everywhere

I'm not dead. I'm moving again, this time I might have to sign a lease. Somehow I still have a job. Z- had to lend me a few bucks again. I don't think she was happy. I stayed up until 6AM on Sat night tapping away because I was being assaulted by mosquitos. It seems that while I was away, my whole apartment, and particularly my room became infested with mosquitos. In the morning I saw one on the wall and hit it with something and it smeared a drop of my blood or so on my wall.

I found my glasses; I wasn't sure where they were. That leaves my bag and my wallet. I've pretty much written off my wallet, but you never know. Perhaps it's at the DMV or something. My bag is, according the the representative on the other end of the line to the Jackie Gleason Bus Depot, now at Penn Station, where I was on Thursday and actually at the lost and found. I was directed across the way and just left because I didn't think that my bag would make its way there. I should head directly over there, but I'm sure I'll procrastinate. I have no idea what is in that bag now anyway. It's ancient history.

Finding a new place to live is tough. I don't feel like it.

Nauseastalgia

More shenanigans in the Universe, of course I'm very suspicious I've been causing them. I'm somehow at work and everyone is asking me to not really do anything and to go home, etc. My eyes sting because I couldn't find my glasses this morning, but was in a super rush to get to work before anyone else did so that I could get a lot of things accomplished.

People were, of course, extra selfish on the subway and I wasn't feeling any of it so I just got off the express and took the much slower local. So much more comfortable.

I miss linux. I think that it will become a good friend of mine again. Maybe I should look more at BSD, but I bet it's easier to learn to make stuff on Linux.

Delightful conversation this morning with Grishkina. I'm sure that it will be the highlight of my day.

A colder Brooklyn

Wow, it's been harrowing. I spent time, and peculiarly lovely time with the company of a vastly more educated person than I can hope to be. Well, perhaps if I found my way into school and eliminated the slackery.

Brooklyn is colder now. Night is spooky, with dirty warehouses and loading docks. Shuffling men in black with hats and long coats. Stale, quiet.

Last night's sleep was magnificently indulgent.