May 29, 2001

you can't believe I'm on the eve of destruction

I hit my snooze alarm about thirty times this morning before I gave up and just lay in bed listening to the news cycle on WBZ radio. I had planned to go to the gym this morning, but it didn't happen. I just couldn't seem to get up. I need a bed with an ejection mechanism.

I've been waiting for my superintendent to come over with a borrowed drill to hang my antique mirror. The mirror weighs around thirty pounds. A picture hanger won't be strong enough; we'll have to drill right into the concrete wall. I don't have a drill, and my superintendent, understandably, has other priorities, so the mirror is still lying flat on my dining table.

The obvious solution is to buy a drill and a masonry bit, but I don't have a clue how to hang this thing. I'm a little concerned that I'd fuck it up and destroy the mirror and rip half the wall down. On the other hand, I've always been handy with tools. Maybe I should just give it a shot. What do I have to lose except my pride, my tenancy, and my antique mirror?

I'm already relying on the superintendent to clear out some storage space in the basement for me and get an electrician up here. I need the electrician to change a few of the old outlets to grounded three-prong outlets. Right now I've got two computers and a power strip full of peripherals plugged into a pair of ancient two-prong outlets, which probably isn't terribly safe.

The electrician is very busy, the super told me. No problem. When I'm done tearing down the wall, I'll melt the wiring and burn down the building as an encore. "I don't know what happened, officer, I just turned on my hair dryer."

The super also told me that he'll need a week or two to get some storage space for me. "But keep asking me," he advised, smiling. If it will hasten the move of ten huge boxes from my apartment to the basement, I'll nag him three times a day. I'll be all over him like white on rice. After a week, he'll be ready to move the boiler to give me storage space, just to get me off his back.

Why can't anything be simple?

I really should go work out. I feel like my brain is unplugged.

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