neighbours

Yesterday, I heard a bit of door-slamming at between about 10 am and 10:45. It all seemed to be emanating from the apartment next door. Reasonably certain of this, I decided to take action. I headed over, knocked on the door. The 30-ish woman who I had only once met, in similar circumstances, answered, looking as if she had just been awakened. I asked her politely but firmly if she had just slammed the door several times. She shook her head 'no', and I asked her if I had woken her up. She nodded her head, I apologized, telling her to go back to bed. So now she probably thinks I'm nuts. Perhaps as karma, today, from about 10 am, I heard a lot of furniture-moving and unidentifiable banging, which lasted until I got up, at about 2:30. I couldn't tell if it was coming from her apartment, or from upstairs. It is not easy to know in my building. At one point, half asleep, I banged on her wall 3 times, hoping for results.

telefono

I have been without a phone since August 20, a situation I admit to partly enjoying. I cancelled my cellphone account, which my mother was paying for, because it was no longer fair at my age for her to be footing the bill, and also because I hadn't actually had a physical phone for nearly 2 years, after I spilled water on it in Dec of 2006. My provider, Telus, wanted me to pay about $70 for a new battery, and there was no guarantee that the battery was the only problem. It would have cost me more I think for an assessment, so I stalled, telling myself I would look for another provider, which I couldn't really muster up the strength to do, as I can imagine few less interesting activities. So for a while I really only had voice mail, which was tolerable, and gave me the power to contact people when I wanted, and remain relatively unreachable myself. But now, sans phone, things are not so bad, but I am starting to feel the inconvenience, especially since I desperately want to look for another job, and can't really do that without a phone number. Maybe a pager would do. I'd be content with a land line, as a cellphone is not really something I particularly need. We'll see

Dealt with the crabs, at least phase one. Must do another treatment in a few days: phase 2. Of course, it was a royal pain, having to launder all my sheets and clothing, as well as my futon cover, which I have washed maybe 3 times since I have owned the damn bed. It is a royal pain getting it back on, seriously takes about a half hour of strenuous struggle.

It was Black and Blue went to a couple of saunas, and witnessed much unsafe sex. At one point, as I stood watching a tall German fuck a Latino guy sans condom, a Chilean guy turned to me and asked in a whisper if nobody here used condoms. I discreetly answered that it does seem to be a problem, especially since there are free ones all over Montreal saunas, and he replied that in his country everyone uses them, even though you always have to buy them.

I am feeling mildly depressed, worrying about the near impossibility of effective verbal communication. It seems that no one listens attentively anymore, including myself. Did anyone ever? How should I know? Hope I don't get crabs again from my recent bathhouse forays.