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.