Saturday, October 18, 2003
The whole rat thing
So I'm back in my apartment again. This will be short, because I'm tired of telling the story every five minutes.
I had (have?) rats. Big ones. Enormous fucking vermin, just running around my place like they were the ones paying the overly inflated rent. The situation resulted in my bathroom floor being ripped up because the Chicago sewer system was apparently making a little rat highway straight to my apartment.
A week in the Day's Inn, and allegedly the problem is fixed. We'll see.
Add in that my grandmother died the same week, and I spent 3 days in Kansas trying to "be strong" for my mom...and you've got a hell of a time all around. For the record, it's incredibly difficult to be strong without drinking or smoking. In fact, you could say it sucks.
This has been a great summer, really. Dislocated hip, violent and brutal mugging, rats, dead grandma...I don't know what karma I'm paying off right now, but I better reincarnate as something really good next time.
If the rats come back again, I think I'm just gonna name them. Or pin fluffy tails and ears on 'em and pretend I have rabbits. Everybody loves rabbits, right?
This sucks.
I had (have?) rats. Big ones. Enormous fucking vermin, just running around my place like they were the ones paying the overly inflated rent. The situation resulted in my bathroom floor being ripped up because the Chicago sewer system was apparently making a little rat highway straight to my apartment.
A week in the Day's Inn, and allegedly the problem is fixed. We'll see.
Add in that my grandmother died the same week, and I spent 3 days in Kansas trying to "be strong" for my mom...and you've got a hell of a time all around. For the record, it's incredibly difficult to be strong without drinking or smoking. In fact, you could say it sucks.
This has been a great summer, really. Dislocated hip, violent and brutal mugging, rats, dead grandma...I don't know what karma I'm paying off right now, but I better reincarnate as something really good next time.
If the rats come back again, I think I'm just gonna name them. Or pin fluffy tails and ears on 'em and pretend I have rabbits. Everybody loves rabbits, right?
This sucks.
# posted by Karla : 1:39 AM
