The paperwork is in for the new apartment and I’m just waiting for the word back that #292 is mine!

Driving in Spokane has always been a learning experience. I have seen people walking down the center lane on Division, the main biforcating street and I have seen sheriff, ranger, local and state police blatantly ignore posted speed limits for no reason whatsoever. My earlier rant about this is available, if anyone cares to look, though I will make you work for it and not provide a direct link. My point is that these people work for us. We pay them to protect and serve us, yet they continually act as if the laws don’t apply to them. Who cares, you may ask? Every cop I’ve seen does that in every major and minor town in America. Now, extrapolate this seemingly silly rant to larger circles of power. If a lowly state trooper doesn’t obey the 30 m.p.h. speed limit, how can we expect other city officials to obey the stated laws? Accountability. Accountability through the press and the legal system. These are not perfect, of course, but, they do exist. Do you have any idea who to call to keep a cop accountable?

Benjamin-san,

So it’s 1:24am, I’m back in LA after what was certainly a life curbing (yes, life curbing, like cigarettes)week in San Francisco. It was my final week in SF for about a month and a half, during which time I am rolling onto a different project in Sacramento (Folsom to be exact) where I shall be assisting in the audit of the California Independent System Operator (CAISO), see their website at www.caiso.com. Now, my points are as follows:

1.) According to the digital thermometer in my room, it’s 75.1 deg and I have the fan blowing in my window.
2.) You can go ahead and add like 15 degrees to that temp to obtain the nighttime temps in Sacramento at this time of year.

Moral to this story: Stop your bitching.

Now that I’ve said that, I can move on.

Sweat. Boy can I relate. I’m am perpetually hot, and thus I too am in an almost constant state of glistening perspiration. I think it’s the Italian blood. Whereas those around me at work think the office is cold, I have a special desk fan keeping me cool. Now, and I want to be careful with this next step here, but I can also relate to the difficulties you’re having sleeping with someone in the same bed. You see, i almost always sleep with no or minimal covers. However, most females I know are the opposite of me, always COLD. So, in those limited occassions where females have found their way into my loft, I spend the night twisting and pulling my way out of the blankets. Course, when she’s all wrapped up and you’re 15 layers of blanket away from your significant other (or one night stand), it doesn’t make for the whole romantic effect that is usually desired. If it’s the latter, you may in fact find comfort in that 15 layers of distance between you and that person whose name you’ve forgotten. Not that such a thing has ever happened to me.

So, congrats on your new place. I’m not sure I would advertise the fact that it was designed especially for the handicapped. Of course, with your new leg ailment, perhaps it is a fitting new home for you at the moment. Make sure you hold on to those hand rails when in the shower! I’ll be awaiting the posting of pics of the new pad shortly.

So, things on this end are OK. As I said, I’m off to Sacramento next week which is going to be HOT and I’ll surely miss San Fran. On the other hand, I’m eager for some new and different experiences and this will surely be different from what I’ve been doing for the past few months. I should also be darn close to getting Premier Gold Platinum Executive (whatever) membership from Starwood Hotels. Ahh…it’s the little things that mean so much to you when you’re personal life is virtually non-existent. Anyway, yeah, so I’ll get upgraded to an available suite and shall receive a “personal gift” upon checkin. whopdee do.

I trust Katie is well, and am glad to hear about your plans for December. Godspeed Ben.

km

It is 00:21 and it is fucking hot outside. Its midnight and 70 degrees. Not really condusive to sleeping. On the other hand, I have finished my work for Jim and gotten my two credits. Woo hoo! It’s still hot outside though.

I sweat all the time, make that, any moment possible. I’m sweating as I write this and I’m constantly tilting my head to one side or another to allow the drops from my head to fall on my arms and not the table. I feel like Ray Charles in training right now.

Nobody ever tells you what it is like to sleep with someone when its hot. Purely impossible, in case you’re wondering. I’m sweating so much, the hair on my arms is slick with perspiration and Katie rolls over and this sickening slap echoes in my ears as her arm flops onto me. The sound is akin to hitting celery on the counter: an unreal bodyblow sound from the movies. Then, that’s when I get up and write to the two people who read my blog. Well, today is your lucky day, because you are reading the blog of the brand new owner of apt. 292. That’s right, I’m moving at the end of July into a single apartment. Sparky is moving out in a week and I get one month alone in the two bedroom and then…a ground floor apartment. I walked through a similar apartment yesterday to get the feel of it and I really enjoyed it. The apartment is designed as a handicapped access, though they rent it to anyone. The layout is all straight lines instead of odd angles in the regular apartments, which the manager says is more visually interesting. I think I’m going to like living in this “special” apartment with its bigger kitchen and bathroom. In fact, the bathroom has railings built into the wall in the shower, which I think should be standard in every bathroom everywhere. Well, that and a portable seat so you can sit and wash your legs like a civilized person.

The point is, I’m excited about moving in a month or so.