Anyway, Nora's still here. Cramping my style. Keeping me from doing stuff. What a fucking pain in the ass she is. She's right behind me, on the phone, blabbing away and doing that terrible laugh she always does.
Oh, I'm only kidding. Sort of. I'm glad she's here and all, but my room is now our room. And I do need my space you know. And it's so fucking hot out and the A/C isn't on as much as it needs to be. And she must sleep with the blinds open, which, since I was a toddler, has always freaked me out. A lot. I hate it. But, as you know, I'm an extremely accomdating guy. I'm kind of like a dog. And certain people are just the dog whistle. Because they can find just that right pitch to whine in that triggers some automatic compliance response. But all in all, good so far. In the morning, we wake up, and go over the events of the evening. Those being the events that take place while we are asleep. Apparently, I have a tendency to flail my arms around, in a dead-arm kind of fashion, while asleep. This morning, around 3:30am, we both awoke to find ourselves facing eachother, with our opposite forearms touching. Nora was outraged, sort of, that the not-so-imaginary boundary down the middle of the bed had been breached. So I had to point out that as i got into bed last night, while she was asleep, I happened to brush up against her right foot, clearly on my side of the bed. But did i mention it? No, I went to sleep. Until Jed burst into the room yelling "fucker!" and claiming I'd taken his contact lens solution out of the bathroom. "No, that's mine" i responded. "Oh. I can't find mine," he said, and left. Fucker. Anyway, we woke up again around 5:30, laughed about something or the other, something to do with the imaginary boundary again. Hmmm, maybe I'm just imagining this so-called "boundary." Maybe there's no boundary at all, and I could be travelling freely between the two sides, coming and going -and doing- as I please. The thought's crossed my mind of course. As has the thought of Nora punching me in the face. These thoughts make me laugh. Where was I going with this? I'm not sure. I think I should put a sign in my room that says "The Friend Zone."
I don't like Nora reading this as I'm writing it. And she keeps wanting an update on everything written, after every sentence. She said she doesn't want to be reviewed on the web everyday. A valid concern. And a source for possible amusement for the next few weeks.
Anyway, not much else going on. Lots of stuff to do. Had my final Kaplan class yesterday. Not sure if I'm actually going to start teaching or what. I'm very tired, even though i've gone to be twice this week before midnight, the first time that's happened twice in years I think. I think all this activity has finally begun to catch up with me.Anywho, I'm sad to report that last night Jed shaved his mustache. He thought he had some interview or whatever, but ended up no having it. But soon. Anyway, since the shave, I'm finding that I don't trust him anymore. And of course, he had me take several pictures of him during the various stages of the shaving. Here are two Jed-sanctioned pictures.
He looks much less expressive now, sans stache
Jed, trying to look more like Magnum, P.I.