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March 2001
Lousy smarch weather's gotme down.
I always thought that february wasmy least favorite month, but now I think it's march. This mayhave just been the worst month of my life. Now that the month isover, and I'm on the other side of it, I can say it wasn't sobad. It was just every day this last month was either way up orway down. I like things to be steady, you know; steady job,steady income, steady diet. steady apartment lease, those kindsof things. I have none of those.
My old good friend Blum and hisgirliefriend, Valerie, came to visit me out here at the beginningof the month. Boy, was that a nice week. I'd wake up everymorning and smell breakfast cooking and coffee dripping. Way tocook good breakfasts, Val. We got to do a lot of things, like gohiking out at the Joshua Tree, and visit the San Diego zoo. Itwas a real nice diversion. I'm still eating all of the groceriesthey bought and didn't use. I think I might make it mandatorythat they come to visit us every few months and stock ourcupboards with food.
I also got my own room this month.At age twenty-three, no man should ever have to share his roomwith another guy. Now it's just me and my friend Lenny living inthis place.The third roommate, the one I shared a room with,Evan's moved to a younger, hipper part of town, and left me withgray shower tiles and a yellow toilet. I never set foot in thatbathroom because of how disgusting it was. Not only did Evannever clean in there ever, it looked like he actually went out ofhis way to make it filthier than a toilet in a truckstop. I betit wasn't cleaned in over eight months. I burned out all thehairs in my nostrils from all the cleaning products and hours ittook to make it accessible. Not a good time. Many hours ofscrubbing. Three and half to be exact.
Then a week later, I found out Iowe more taxes than money I have in my collective accounts rightnow. Talk about kicking me in the teeth while I'm already down. Iam doing consulting work again, but not enough to get by and paytaxes all at once. I may be writing my next monthly transmissionfrom jail. Actually that would mean three meals a day wouldn'tit?
This month's aweful science fair,the three hundred word essay, did not go like I had planned. Idon't hate it as much as I did when I was working on it, but itstill doesn't seem like I got it right. I was going for tinynotebook drawings, and I made them too big, too much detail. Itwent downhill from there. Next month's is going to be a lotbetter. It's got cowboys and everything.