Having a remote control air conditioner, is like having an alarm clock that impersonates a freezer. Regardless of what comfy temperature I set my air conditioner at, 4am I wake up freezing cold. And as I sleepily reach for the remote control I naturally hit all the wrong buttons just like back in the day when I had a radio alarm clock, only now I’m freezing cold, synthetically awake, minus Jukebox Hero playing in the background in between loud beeping.
It’s been very windy here in Vegas. I have officially slept in my new apartment six nights now, and for the past two nights the loose screens on my windows have been banging against the glass, along with tree branches scraping against the window frames.
This morning there was a very handsome police officer trying to calm down a hysterical woman just outside my front steps at 7am.
I have determined something evil in my new apartment doesn’t want me to get any decent sleep. Ha. Jokes on you. My bladder wakes me up every two to three hours no matter how snoozy I get.
Today is my day off. My mission is to find another leg-stand for the TV. For some reason one is missing. Can’t host movie night at (Simone Gordon’s) apartment with a lopsided screen. I’ve taken a bunch of pictures of the bottom of the tv, of the one remaining leg-stand, and look forward to all the eye rolls I’m going to receive from the sales guys at Best Buy.
What outfit says electronically shamed?
I also have about 5 loads of laundry to do which means discovering my new laundromat.
Maybe I’ll wander down Fremont tonight and check out bands.
Few nights ago I heard one band cover (Simple Minds) Don’t You. I love that song but I was coming home from work, beat, and just wanted to get home. I live in a walk-up with a standard iron security gate that secures mine and my neighbor’s apartments followed by a flight of stairs to get to our apartments. Maybe I should leave my neighbors a note letting them know not to worry if they find me passed out on the steps. As long as I made it through the security gate, I’m fine.
I had a short list of things I did not want in my new apartment, and stairs was on the list. But being as how my long time friend and his family are forced to evacuate from their North Carolina home this morning, who am I to be so petty about steps. At least I have a home.
(My door’s always open, guys.)
It’s only September, but...
I have Thanksgiving (and the day after) off.
Ideas? Anyone?
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