The Hat Goes On The Head! It's So Obvious Now!

If I look particularly greasy today it's because there's no hot water and there's no way in shit I'm taking a shower in the cold -- 64-degree weather be damned.

In better, more exciting news, after trolling through Photocare and Calumet for hours looking for a 90-degree bracket to mount my only Chimera onto an umbrella bracket, I finally realized I'm basically looking for a 90-degree pipe fitting with two different gauges of pipe coming out of the ends. Tony's Hardware on Smith St. provided the seven dollar solution to a problem that's been bugging me since Srael gave me the Chimera unit four months ago. Sheesh.

16 Tons

Dear Blog,

Now that Mr. Hollister has moved out (God bless him), I have the whole apartment to myself, which is a very pleasant and exciting development. The problem lies with the schedule of home repairs, which I hold myself to strictly in an attempt to advance my personal hygiene and keep myself from getting lazy. After twelve-hour days at work, painting and cleaning are not high on my list of things to do,

List of things to do, in order:

1) Eat
2) See What The Social Scene Is For The Evening
3) Drink
4) Sleep
5) Paint
6) Clean

In a minor coup, I have sucessfully painted his old room and installed a six-foot stainless steel kitchen prep-counter similar to this one as a desk (I hacked the legs down about eight-inches to make it proper desk height) and have nearly finished painting my old room.

The sense of accomplishment is palpable even though I've learned the hard way (is there any other way) that like fucking, painting is best done with another individual, and if possible three or four. Now, the problem with home repairs of this scale is the desire to live like a real boy duking it out with the desire to not improve the equity of the landlords, especially when you consider my ongoing series, The Crazy Lady Upstairs and The Case Of The Flooding Bathroom. Please recall The Crazy Lady Upstairs believes I put a curse on her and feels this gives her cause to fight back by running the water at all hours and occcasionally causing my bathroom and entryway to flood.

I feel confident that the little men coming to re-route the pipes tomorrow (Monday) will finally solve this caper and foil her dastardly plot to remove the curse. She should try live chicken sacrifices.

Thanks for listening to my whining, Blog. I really need someone to vent to now that all my friends are sick of listening to my trials and long, boring stories of work, work problems and relationship issues.

Sincerely,

Richard Gin (dot org)