The Nadir

Receive purchases from ebay: Depression era mixing bowl and orange bedside lamp. Mixing Bowl a rather grand term for what turns out to be a very nice Cereal bowl. Bedside lamp works and lends cheerful aspect to bedroom. Am inordinately pleased with purchases and go to bed feeling that will sleep extermely well. Wake up at two thirty and enter into Sysiphian cycle of Adjusting the Air. Begins with anxiety that the air conditioner is pouring unadulterated Freon into room, which causes me to open the windows and turn up the fan, followed by feeling the wet, thick air resting on chest and inside Nose, is very unhealthy if not deadly. Close windows, turn on air conditioner, etc. etc. Sysiphian exercise made worse up by panicky thoughts about Global Warming. Finally fall asleep and dream that have been given new apartment inside depression era Mixing Bowl, which am not upset about until learn that have three roomates, one of whom is Messy and another who has a Dog's head. When get to work, the contessa asks, What Happened to you? Say, Didn't sleep. The contessa nods. I know what you mean. I made Justin sleep on the far side of the bed so that our skin wouldn't have to touch. The contessa reveals that sleep overs with Justin have become very frequent, 5-6 times a week. Why the one day apart? The Contessa says, Well, I don't want to Give it Away. Don't see the logic in this. Superior thoughts ferment into bitter and jealous thoughts about people having sleepovers and begin to feel even worse than before. Am alarmed to find lip wobbling. The Contessa brings out emergency Dark Chocolate from desk, which we eat in silence. The Contessa says, So I guess I'll cover for you next week. Say, For what? She says, for the Movie? Ask, alarmed, The movie is next week? Yes, didn't you read the contract. Pull out contract. Was so involved with how much I would get paid, that forgot to read the part about when movie would take place. What will I tell the bosses? I ask. They won't be in anyway, the Contessa says firmly. If they come in I'll say you sent to the dentist. For three days? (Mind provides terrifying image of a three day Dentist's visit.) No, they're bound to only be in for an hour or so at the most, so they won't be any the wiser. Pull contract out of desk and confirm dates. Indeed. Services will be required wednesday through friday. Sign contract and call for Messenger service. Wonder if will get own trailer.