May. 3rd, 2004

fox: my left eye.  "ceci n'est pas une fox." (lego)
1. wow, is today laundry day, or what. (it is.) the arrival of spring, i think, has made me feel -- despite the fact that i did, in fact, do laundry two weeks ago (or whenever; last time i ran out of socks) -- like my whole apartment is just in need of Being Scrubbed. i don't know where this instinct comes from. my mother went through a phase when i was in high school in which the entire house was to be Cleaned From Top To Bottom every week, including waxing the hardwood floors (which, for those of you who know my mother, yeah, we should have had that looked into). maybe i'm in a similar phase myself at the moment. i do not, for the record, intend actually to Scrub anything. i may vacuum. i may vacuum and dust. no, really, i'm fine, there's no need to take my temperature.

what it is, really, is that there are days i wish i could open the blinds. i mean, i can open the blinds (even the broken one has been fixed replaced), but (a) i don't like to leave them open for long, particularly when i'm asleep or not home, because i'm only one level up from the parking lot, and the idea that people can see into my apartment through the windows when the blinds are open kind of creeps me out. (the idea that they could get into my apartment through the windows, blinds or no blinds, is also creepy, but there's less i can do about that -- though if they can't see in, my mind tells itself, perhaps they'll be less inclined to try to get in.) also, though, (b) i have west-facing windows, which i also had in my previous apartment and which i'm liking less and less. this may be something i add as a Criterion next time i'm choosing a place to live. afternoon light is not pleasant and cleansing. it just makes the place hot. and full of glares through the slats in the blinds.

2. i reaffirm my feeling that this is the stupidest job ever.

3. cold coffee is disgusting.

thanks for being with me this morning. i may have more mental flotsam to share with you as the day progresses.

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