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.