the bends

i spent this past weekend packing and watching my sister have fun in a2, whilst i withered under the load of having not slept enough after cramming a bit for my japanese final
then sunday, i waded in the arb, packed all my belongings and came back to bton

when i got home, my name wasn't on the mailbox
(still don't know why, probly my mailman, reminding himself)
even tho i signed a lease for the next year
and then, my toilet was covered in blackish mold, as apparently, or at least according to my phone message, the toilet backed up because someone flushed too much tp down the toilet
but melanie told me she never did anything but water the plants
???
oh, what a mystery!

in addition, someone was parked in my parking spot....grrrr...
the next morning, i was so tired after going to bed at 3am (cuz we got back at 2), i accidentally turned on heat instead of a/c
which, thankfully, my landlord caught and switched off when he was checking the fuseboxes and the furnace...

but which made me look like a mook, doubly, as he left a note on my door earlier saying, please don't flush a lot of tp down the toilet...


so, in short, i'm feeling withdrawal symptons, including the desire to sleep or drink lotsa caffenated, sugary beverages....and watch movies, and read the new collected runaways book i bought in a2 afore i left

this message sponsored by:
"fraud in the 80s" by the Mates of State---a song in my head
(you will surely find this...pleasing to your ears)
and
the fantastic art of marcos martin



postscript: i am being published again, in Empty Pockets Vol. 2
which you can buy in a2!