Went to the gym. Took a nice clean shower there. I am going to try not to shower in this apartment. And besides, when the last person moved out, the apparently took the shower rod with them.
Took a nap in the afternoon, woke up to someone yelling on the sidewalk outside, asking if Mark was feeling okay, if he was alright. Didn't hear the response. Then sirens. An ambulance pulls up and the EMT guys hop out and are yelling up to Mark. "Mark, do you want to go to the hospital?" "Do you want to go to the hospital" "No, don't jump" "Do you want to go to the hospital?" Then more EMT people showed up. "You don't want to go to the hospital?" "Okay, then. Don't jump!" and then they left. I am assuming that they know Mark, as they knew his name and knew he had a cat. And why would they leave a man that I assume is standing in his window if it was their first time meeting him. I will assume it is the Mark I met yesterday, because the name is the same and he was on the right floor.
Loud knock on the door. The maintenance guy comes in to check out the toilet, which has stopped leaking. I show him the condoms under the sink. And I laugh about dirty Derby. I am not sure if he thought that was funny. Probably not. When he is leaving he has the condoms and the empty toilet paper tube that I used to poke the condoms with. He tells me that it is a glove. Sure.....
Cleaned up the rabbit litter boxes. Wanted to explore the other exit, as I assumed that it would be closer to the dumpster. The stair well was covered in graffiti from 2005. And only 2005, but I didn't stop to read all of it. There is a lot of love in this building. Got down to the first floor. Read a sign on the exit saying something like, don't use this door. Police will take notice. Under survailance. Then someone wrote a long quote - something about God. Again, didn't read it. Maybe I'll post the graffiti blog on a day when not much else is happening.
So I tried to open the other exit door, and I can't. either it is blocked off or no one cleared the snow on the other side. That is a code violation. If the place were to catch on fire, I like to know there are two exits to choose from. I need to call the landlord about that.
Came back from getting a pizza from down the street. They sell large pies for $7 on Mondays. And smelled pot coming from the loud TV apartment. Ate the pizza, hung up curtains. Mystery neighbor is home. with a friend. Loudly. I guess their living room is right next to my bedroom. Lots of chopping noises and the sound of glass being tapped out. It is 10pm and I need to sleep so I can get up in the morning. It sounds like they are going to be partying for a while. Listening to their conversation, I wonder why I am not very good at the small talk. How can anyone have a conversation about buying a large box of chicken for more than ten minutes? Maybe it is all the profanities thrown in there that makes the small talk last longer.
Tired enough to sleep. Leila was right, I need to get earplugs. Maybe a white noise machine.
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