Thursday, December 18, 2003
Tomorrow, plumber. Something is wrong with the guest house toilet and bathtub. Real gross bad. Flush the toilet and "Old Faceful" erupts in the tub. So a plumber is coming tomorrow to remedy the problem, as well as fix the leaky pipes underneath the sink. I expect a lot of my paycheck will be spent sometime between 10 AM and 2 PM. The plumber better be cute (last time he was!).
Cold, cold, annoying Arizona cold. Which means it is in the upper 30s to 40s at night, 60s and 70s during the day. And my thick-walled house stays at about 55 degrees. Right at this moment I'm being white trash and have the gas oven door open and heating the house a little. It is actually pretty effective and the heat quickly seeps into the study. I still gotta go put my red wool hat on cause my head is frigid.
At Ace Hardware today I happened to look up at the security camera television. And almost blinded myself because there was the top of my head. Goddam I am going bald. I mean, is it possible for my hair to be falling out any faster? And what's worse are those well-meaning people who insist on telling me, "Oh, I can't even tell you are losing your hair." Yeah, right! And I'm Santa. Well, I am so going bald, and telling me otherwise isn't going to make it come back. And there are worse things in life, like having someone tell you, "I like you, but just as a friend."
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Cold, cold, annoying Arizona cold. Which means it is in the upper 30s to 40s at night, 60s and 70s during the day. And my thick-walled house stays at about 55 degrees. Right at this moment I'm being white trash and have the gas oven door open and heating the house a little. It is actually pretty effective and the heat quickly seeps into the study. I still gotta go put my red wool hat on cause my head is frigid.
At Ace Hardware today I happened to look up at the security camera television. And almost blinded myself because there was the top of my head. Goddam I am going bald. I mean, is it possible for my hair to be falling out any faster? And what's worse are those well-meaning people who insist on telling me, "Oh, I can't even tell you are losing your hair." Yeah, right! And I'm Santa. Well, I am so going bald, and telling me otherwise isn't going to make it come back. And there are worse things in life, like having someone tell you, "I like you, but just as a friend."
