21 Sept 98
The shift key has been really crapping out lately, so keep that in mind.
Well, I left earlier than usual this morning, already hearing the business
report that goes along with the BBC world update, and was nearly blinded
by the fresh coat of white paint that has been slapped all over the inside
of my building. The black paint they're using for handrails and other
trim has that oozy, sticky look to it even though I know it's dry now.
I hope they'll put a little more color into the final product. This is
very harsh looking (and it has erased the burnt walls downstairs, which I
had been using as a marker to tell me if I've gone up far enough, and I've
had to take the 3D glasses off my door to wait for paint to dry...) I am
sorely tempted to get some oil, tar, or something equally nasty and
difficult to clean and smear it all over the walls.
The excessive cleanliness of the halls and newly refurbished apt
downstairs is driving bugs into my rooms. i've been killing the suckers
the old-fashioned, environmentally-sound way -- by hand. =squish=
that's what one gets for being visible and bugging me. if you don't want
to be killed, don't land on my body.
speaking of bodies, there have been some people bandying about the idea
that noone's sexual past (or present) could stand up to intense scrutiny.
i resent that -- as i'm sure do alot of other people who haven't had
affairs with married people or subordinates. but i suppose my youthful
indiscretion hasn't kicked in yet.
i suppose i'll have to wait until I'm 41 or so, like the honorable henry
hyde.