But yeah, I'm going to be in some of Florida Hospital's publicity photos, apparently, representing the clean upstanding folk of our unit. My manager asked me if I would, I think because she likes my teeth. Anyway, Monday they'll slather me and a few others with makeup and then take some pictures, and I figured this ratty old mop just won't do. I'm so vain.
This is the letter I have written to my downstairs neighbor:
You are driving me fricking INSANE playing the same two second clip of that woman hooting 9,000 times while you try to figure out whether she would sound better in waltz time or with a funky bass line. SHE WOULDN'T. NOTHING CAN HELP HER.
Seriously, can't you use headphones or practice out in the living room or something? I have to get up for work at 4:30 in the morning, and listening to this for hours every night is making me want to rip all the hair off my head.
I won't give it to him. Not even without "fricking," which may be the one word that sends the note right over the top. But it made me feel better to write it, and anyway, I think he finished his assignment, because I've heard no hooting the last few nights. I feel certain he will be getting an F-- on this one, for sure.
What're everyone's plans for Challenge? I'm visiting my family in Milwaukee for a few days first, then heading over to camp out with withdiamonds and bellaphena, I assume, unless they are sick of me. Do we know the hotel yet? My credit card is itching.