my thermostat says 29. the outside temperature is 18 and seems extremely cold. i'm shivering inside, and have a chill.

it's a good sign. it suggests my testosterone is back where it should be, at trace levels, and i just need to wash off the remaining dirt.

these extremely sick people need to go to jail for the rest of their lives. they have to this point evaded charges, but i'm hoping my landlord can trace the origin of the key, and that it provides a suspect for police to follow up on.

it's relatively clear that somebody was in here last week or the week before to drug some of my food, i think my soy milk. it wasn't enough to generate effects that would bother me when i'm sleeping or when i wake up - i am waking up limp or at worse not even 10% erect or 10 second erections but needing intensely to urinate - but it had some effect on my body, which has taken roughly two weeks to max out. i think it reached it's peak the last few days.

i had to cancel appointments last night and this morning because i have scabs all over my face and look utterly disgusting, but it is washing off, and i don't think it's getting worse.

it's just a process of actually cleaning it off. it's just dirt, it's just filth, and it washes off like any other filth and dirt. the problem is that that process is extremely time consuming and can require repeated applications of various types of soap over and over again.

i spent all night last night scraping, slept briefly, spent all day scraping slept all day and started back on it tonight. i'm going to guess i might be presentable by tomorrow or monday.

i have changed my locks. only i have the keys. so i'm prioritizing cleaning myself up first, under the assumption that this won't happen again.

the most annoying thing is that the inside smoking has largely stopped, as soon as i signed the consent agreement. i need to leave by oct 31st. i think the worst smokers are leaving by sept 30th. there was a pothead smoking joints outside my window that has left.

i'm not sure i can get anybody to agree, but if i can chase the potheads out of here, could i resign here for nov 1st?

it's the biggest, cheapest place i'm going to find. it's just that i can't live in the filth of my neighbours' fucking smoke.

conan/carrey/pacino would be the rasputin-like secret advisor to the boy-king donald trump, chosen due to the sage wisdom demonstrated during the white house press correspondence dinners. unbeknownst to the world, trump would be secretly reliant on conan for direction, which conan would abuse to eliminate his talk show rivals, in his return to late night. conan-carrey-pacino-rasputin would himself be secretly under the tutelage of arnold schwarzeneggar.

they should call it the return of conan.

when this charade is over, they should make a movie about evil conan slowly eliminating his rivals in the manner of a 70s mafia film by manipulating trump as a pawn, and evil conan should be played by jim carrey, largely doing a pacino impression throughout.

due to recent events, i am officially downgrading trump's ambitions from stalinism to oriental despotism.

he's like one of those assyrian tyrants that left a list of his accomplishments on some stone tablets, as an exercise in self-promotion, and self-aggrandizement.

there's not enough thought in this for it to be stalinist.

mediator: do you like santana?

edwin: yes.

mediator: do you like santana?

jagori: yes.

mediator: then stop bitching and play. *drops mic and leaves room*.