Hey there, sexy, how are you? You sure feel good, your coolness all wrapped around me.
So yeah, got my power back six days later. My apartment smells like dead food even though I've removed the food, taken out the trash, done the dishes, and scrubbed my fridge and freezer. Still it smells of dead food and assholes. But man does it feel nice.
The last six days have been miserable. I've laid around just sweating without moving, waking multiple times in the night in a full sweat as though sick. Trying my best to lay still and pretend the smells of the dumpsters weren't wafting in with any errant breeze. I live in Columbus, not Texas or Kansas or the Middle East, but man, when you don't have AC it feels like hell. I mean, too hot to SLEEP. I actually sat in the tub yesterday, immersed in cold water, hoping that it would help. It didn't. I lost my lighters so couldn't light candles when it got dark and so just lay in the dark hoping for sleep and making those deals with the world (but the world didn't respond and so I don't have to make good, hah!)
Now I'm home, in my apartment that smells horrible, feeling like a rock star because I have mother fucking electricity. And tomorrow? Tomorrow I get Johan back! My little ball of fur, my little screamy ball of need and impatience. I get him back. The first two days after I boarded him, I still sneaked around on tip toe, afraid he'd be aware of my presence and start yelling at me. After those two days I started missing the hell out of him. I called the vet this morning and they assured me he was fine, eating and drinking and being a happy boy. I'm sure I'll pay for it, my audacity at having boarded him for a few days. But I get him back. And I've missed the little fucker.
I still can't believe that I have power, regardless of the fact that my light is on and I feel the breeze of central air. I just cannot believe my luck. I have power! I can watch dvds, I can surf the internet for hours. I can probably sleep well tonight. I can take a hot shower. My god, how did I get so lucky? But my apartment feels like a well weathered vagrant, heat rising from its skin even though it is enveloped now in cool air. You can almost see the steam coming off of every surface, see my plant (Bea, left to me a few years ago by BFF) panting and contracting, unsure about trusting this turn of fortune.
And the smell, my god the smell! You'd think I had hidden rotting vegetables somewhere. Maybe I do, maybe I missed something. But my nose is ignoring it as my shoulders and cleavage take in the wonder that is central air. In a moment I'll put on a Nero Wolfe episode, or maybe I'll fix my clocks. All I know is that I am going to bask in the glory that is electricity whilst fearing that I'm going to lose it again.
One must never grow to happy.
So yeah, got my power back six days later. My apartment smells like dead food even though I've removed the food, taken out the trash, done the dishes, and scrubbed my fridge and freezer. Still it smells of dead food and assholes. But man does it feel nice.
The last six days have been miserable. I've laid around just sweating without moving, waking multiple times in the night in a full sweat as though sick. Trying my best to lay still and pretend the smells of the dumpsters weren't wafting in with any errant breeze. I live in Columbus, not Texas or Kansas or the Middle East, but man, when you don't have AC it feels like hell. I mean, too hot to SLEEP. I actually sat in the tub yesterday, immersed in cold water, hoping that it would help. It didn't. I lost my lighters so couldn't light candles when it got dark and so just lay in the dark hoping for sleep and making those deals with the world (but the world didn't respond and so I don't have to make good, hah!)
Now I'm home, in my apartment that smells horrible, feeling like a rock star because I have mother fucking electricity. And tomorrow? Tomorrow I get Johan back! My little ball of fur, my little screamy ball of need and impatience. I get him back. The first two days after I boarded him, I still sneaked around on tip toe, afraid he'd be aware of my presence and start yelling at me. After those two days I started missing the hell out of him. I called the vet this morning and they assured me he was fine, eating and drinking and being a happy boy. I'm sure I'll pay for it, my audacity at having boarded him for a few days. But I get him back. And I've missed the little fucker.
I still can't believe that I have power, regardless of the fact that my light is on and I feel the breeze of central air. I just cannot believe my luck. I have power! I can watch dvds, I can surf the internet for hours. I can probably sleep well tonight. I can take a hot shower. My god, how did I get so lucky? But my apartment feels like a well weathered vagrant, heat rising from its skin even though it is enveloped now in cool air. You can almost see the steam coming off of every surface, see my plant (Bea, left to me a few years ago by BFF) panting and contracting, unsure about trusting this turn of fortune.
And the smell, my god the smell! You'd think I had hidden rotting vegetables somewhere. Maybe I do, maybe I missed something. But my nose is ignoring it as my shoulders and cleavage take in the wonder that is central air. In a moment I'll put on a Nero Wolfe episode, or maybe I'll fix my clocks. All I know is that I am going to bask in the glory that is electricity whilst fearing that I'm going to lose it again.
One must never grow to happy.
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