so, have i actually been sitting here for hours and ranting about nothing?

i spent another day cleaning, trying to get my head around what the smells in here are, if it's me, if it's cleanable, etc. it seems like the pig is upstairs smoking, and she may have been up there smoking the whole time, but i actually don't think that's true, because i would have smelled it earlier. frustratingly, it's way too cold out to open the window, so i'm stuck running the fan.

i remember the logic in may being "well, it smells like a fucking disgusting ashtray in here anyways, so why not open the window?". that is, i realized that the smoke was coming from inside, upstairs, anyways.

now, i can smell it again as soon as i close the window :\.

that's fine. if we need to do laundry twice a day because the pig upstairs is too lazy to take a walk to puff on a disgusting cancer stick, she can pay the gas & hot water costs involved in it.

i tried to eat this afternoon because i was all of a sudden very hungry (i've skipped about 25 days worth of meals since mid june - not unusual for me in the summer, but it does lead to some hungry days at the end of it), but i only got halfway through it. then it was late, and i needed to shower again to clear the shit out of my hair...

it's 5:30. should i sleep?

i guess so.

if i can avoid coughing.

we'll just have to do some more cleaning tomorrow, i guess. it warms the place up, too.