Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Summer

Very restless night. Every time the air conditioner turns on, wake up with a jolt. Try to fix by turning ac off and flinging open windows. Lie down. Very humid. Feel that can't breath. Am maybe dying. March over to window and turn AC back on. Lie down. Panic, again have trouble breathing but this time because of inadequate filter in AC which is sure to lead to Black Lung disease. Worry about bank account, global warming and probable cancer of the Eye. Spend next four hours shuffling between bed, windows and AC, but happy medium never found. Fall asleep. Wake up and have unoriginal observation that at night, small discomforts take on monstrous proportions. Understand Princess and her Pea. Office very quiet, compounded by the absence of the Contessa, who calls to say she is sick. Sick? She stage-coughs into the phone. I had to go to the beach today. You're already there? Yes, we went last night. We? She whispers into the phone, Justin, the producer-guy, we're at his place in Shelter Island. Say, stiffly, Well, since you are already there. Hang up phone. Discover that all paper in office has mysteriously disappeared. Could have sworn had at least three boxes. Office very cold. Find chair extremely uncomfortable. Become very angry when man calls to ask if would like a AAA credit card, say, No Thank You. This not enough for him, he would like to know if anybody else in the office would like to take the card. Yell into the phone, We live in New York, we don't drive. Slam down phone. Wonder if princess ever suffered from a Pea during the day.

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