Theres something dead and rotting in the walls in my department. It’s been rotting and stinking for about three weeks now…it must be a fairly good sized dead thing, it’s not so bad in the early morning when it’s cool and dry, but once the sun starts shining it’s glorious rays on the entombed corpse, it’s nauseating, plus it’s starting to get more humid, you know what that means…moist…promotes rot…promotes stink. The owners have been notified of the stinking corpse, I put up a whole bunch of air fresheners, it looks like a scene out of the movie Seven…I was told that eventually the smell would go away, ofcourse it will go away, when the poor animal has become a mummy, and I go to work wearing a hazmat suit.
It’s been fairly gross here for the past few days, temperatures in the mid to high 90s, I like it yesterday we went for a nice long bike ride, I went for one this afternoon..let me tell you, I smell..it aint pretty. Last night I woke up at 1am unable to sleep because it was so damn hot, so I came down to the second floor, then went down to the cellar where it’s about 30 degrees cooler. I laid on the floor and shut the light off…it was very dark, and I got scared so I ran up the stairs and slept on the floor in the living room. Hey, weird shit happens in this house and who knows from where it originates. So it goes without saying that I am tired and crabby, although I do feel better after having taken a cold shower. It’s 85 in the house right now, which means it’s about 90 upstairs, I think we are putting in the ac tomorrow. Ugh and get this, yesterday it was so hot our neighbor was our in his yard grilling in his underpants, not nice boxers or cute little briefs, this nasty human was wearing Jockeys that looked like a Picasso painting it had so many stains…fabulous..I told you this town is like an X-File
This week starts Pride Week here in Boston and it ends with the parade and festival on Saturday, it’s always such a fun time, even when it was downpouring and Boston Commons was like a mud pit. I’ve already told the boss I cannot work on Saturday…this is an important day, I must be well rested! The weekend after we are headed to Provincetown to veg out on the beach and go shopping, I should be able to live like my weekends all 7 days a week…I hate not having filthy rich parents who would support me, it’s so unfair.
I went to the DR to find out wtf is going on with the creeping crud on my neck, but that will have to wait till tomorrow, it;s sweltering in this room..how about some music
