June 1, 2008

• Just Write

  I fell asleep on the futon watching TV when I heard the fire
  alarm.  I grabbed some clothe and headed
  down the stairs with my neighbors.  It’s
  always interesting seeing my neighbors at this ungodly hour.  There’s always the cheery types (“Oh, it’s so
  good to see you again!”, the grumpy types (“What the hell has this place gone
  to?”, the curious types “Does this happen all the time?” , the folks with a
  fetish for firemen “Oh my god, I hope he rescues me when there’s a real
  fire!”  and the solitary type like me “Growl
  … leave me alone.”  Of course I forgot to
  bring my camera, laptop etc… down with me. 
  But then again, 90% of the residents just stayed in the building.  I spent most of the time outside getting some
  air and checking out shiny, chili red fire engines.  In the end, a couple of firemen retrieve a
  fan from the fire truck and went back into the condo.  When they gave us the all clear, I passed saw
  one of the units with the fan by the door airing it out.  I guess he just burnt something in the
  oven.    

  Unfortunately the little interruption at night meant that I
  didn’t fall asleep until about 4:30.  My
  day was pretty messed up.  I woke up, had
  breakfast, took a long nap and didn’t meet up with my bf until late afternoon. 

  The demons at work continue to wreck havoc with my
  life.  It hasn’t gotten worse but it
  hasn’t gotten better.  I haven’t been
  updating or commenting a lot but I do read your entries.  I
  find that I’m actually more stressed when I don’t write.  While I won’t say I’m addicted to it, I just
  can’t see myself not writing.  A week or
  two without writing and it’s worse than a week or two without eating rice.   I can
  just see KJ listening to all my excuses for not writing; he’ll probably just shake
  his head and tell me to just write.  And so I shall....  

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