Friday, December 16, 2005
Cold Showers
Ye Olde Herniated Disc roused me from sleep at around 5:00 AM. While I paced around the apartment and waited for the painkillers to kick in, I turned on the radio to see if the transit strike had happened. It hadn't. Not that walking to work would have been so horrible today. It's actually quite nice out. Balmy, even.
I went back to sleep and woke up again at 7:30 AM, as planned. Much to my chagrin there was no hot water. (Is this what I pay $1,300 a month for?) I really needed to was my hair and so I had to bend at the waist, stick my head under the stream and lanthered, rinsed and repeated in the cold water. I jumped in and out and of the water in an effort to wash the rest of me, but a cold shower in the middle of December is not my idea of a good time.
Nevertheless, I found some smelly lotion and perfume, put on some clean clothes and headed out to The Job.
My hair is clean and fluffy, which is all I really ask for in this life.
This morning's run-in with cold water made me realize how much I am starting to loathe my apartment. I moved in in 2003 because my roommates at the time were drving me crazy. Every year since I just kept renewing the lease because signing a piece of paper is loads easier than actually looking for a new place. But I think I'm starting to outgrow the Grmaercy bunker. I want to head down to Spring Street, east side, because it's my favorite 'hood in NYC.
The problem is that I'm locked into my current lease until June 2007. Yeah, you read that right. And getting out of leases is expensive, not to mention a pain in the arse. So unless I come into a pile of dough soon, it's me and the bunker runtil my 30th birthday. Feh.
