Dusted apartment over the weekend when I wasn’t moving things around for hours and hours. Discovered that the little spots on the kitchen floor were actually filth of some design. All gone now. Dog is confused now that floor is no longer dotted with spots. Wondering what previous tenant did to create them. Found old bills from 1992 hidden in the back of a drawer. No, not dollar bills. Bill bills. Some dude was really behind… maybe because they’d fallen back there all this time? Makes you wonder how clean this apartment has really been if I’m the one who just now found them. Decided I need to work on my obsessive compulsive cleaning disorder.


Hit Best Buy today and bought The Dead Zone Season 1, The Indiana Jones Trilogy, and the new Barenaked Ladies CD Everything To Everyone. As far as Barenaked goes… they don’t disappoint. The first track ”Celebrity” has a minor-chorded haunting melody that I dig. I went to Hoolihan’s for the grilled salmon caesar salad. I am spazzing out right now at the memory of the Best Western Indian Food. My favorite meal was the chicken caesar salad and jalapeno poppers. I think I got food poisoning three or four times. Could also be the damn panic disorder affecting my recollective ability. Whatever.