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My green and blacked stripey octopus has arrived. He's wearing his hat and overseeing my typing. I must give him a good name.

I feel relieved to have disdained my complex's swimming pool. It's a pale palace opal green, obscuring the bottom or even the side walls. I wonder when the last time was that someone cleaned it. I have never once seen anyone do so.

Must be getting old, if even two drinks causes my sleep to be restless. Though they were worth the dreams - a perfect mango martini that was the smoothest thing I've ever tasted, and coffee full of Kahlua and amaretto. We helped our friend Kevin celebrate his birthday last night at one of the fancy steakhouses downtown. The bar has wireless. It tempts me to go down there with my laptop, drink and write. The food was very good, though the side dishes mediocre. I did have an excellent Caesar salad, with a Parmesan crisp and real dressing made with the tiny fish.

no water anymore

Today would have been a perfect lazy Sunday. We ate pizza and watched movies. There was relaxing on the sofa, and laundry in the dryer.

Except that the hot water fixture in our shower broke, and gallons of steaming hot water continued to pour out the faucet. We had no way of turning it off. So we called the emergency maintenance line. A few minutes later, the maintenance person on call for our apartment calls, to inform us he won't be coming out. He basically told us we were shit out of luck.

Why? Because this is the guy we made a complaint about several months back. The guy who told me: "But m'am, your dishwasher isn't broken. The soap dispenser isn't supposed to open all the time." The guy who was rude and aggressive on more than one occasion. The guy who refused to fix the hole in my apartment ceiling caused by rats.

I made Mike call the service line again, and go to the office. I was so angry I was shaking. Fortunately the girl working in the office called the maintenance guy and made him come out. By the time he got here, the water had been running nonstop for close to two hours. The office girl came along to "supervise" the situation. So he managed to stop the water flow, but of course he's not willing to get a part on a Sunday to fix it. So now baths or showers until sometime tomorrow when the capable, decent maintenance guys can come out.

All this after nightmares about living in a Stepford Wives situation. Ugh.