Time: 1: 42 pm
Location: The park across from Stop 'n Shop Grocery. Out of the hole.
Temperature: 23˚ Celsius
Humidity: 41%
I will never become a plant. They have too much time to think. And I have not been blessed with the ability to turn sunlight into energy.
Time: 1:44 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I am, however, quite gifted at turning sunlight into blisters. Ow.
Time: 1:45 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I'm hungry.
Time: 1:46 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
What do I have to eat? I finished the canned peaches last night, and pickled asparagus is only good with fish. And, quite frankly, I would trust fish caught out of the old industrial lake more than the ones from the grocery store.
Time: 1:47 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Dead fish shouldn't move. Ever.
Time: 1:51 pm
Location: Walking across Calloway to the Vietnamese Restaurant
Temperature and Humidity: Same
As little as I trust the restaurants in this town (or really restaurants in general – who knows where they get their vegetables?), I trust the grocery store even less. Besides, I haven't eaten out in 20 years. It's time to live a little.
Time: 2:00 pm
Location: Vietnamese Restaurant, in a booth
Temperature: 22˚ Celsius
Humidity: 38%
I forgot that I hate eating out. Everyone's so servile – it's like a regression to the Dark Ages. And nothing good came out of the Dark Ages. Except crop rotation. But they stole that, so it doesn't count.
Time: 2:01 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Oh, hell. Here comes the waiter. Now I'll have to order:
"Please, Mistress, how can I serve you?"
"Bring me Pho Tom, cur, or feel my wrath"
"Of course, Mistress. I live to serve"
And he will leave smiling, despite the fact that I have treated him little better than a slave. People are idiots.
Time: 2:03 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Blech. I feel...dirty. Which is strange – I wouldn't feel anything at all if this waiter was hit by a bus tomorrow. I'd probably say it was his own damn fault.
Time: 2:04 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
That's the other thing I hate about eating out. People.
Time: 2:06 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
There's a disgusting old man with an eyepatch wolfing down dumplings. His eyes keep darting around the room – just like a nervous bird picking picking at seeds while there's a hawk circling.
Time: 2:07 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Oh. No. Not like a bird. He's got chunks of dumpling oozing down into his beard.
Time: 2:13 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
It's sickening. I'm actually losing my appetite.
Time: 2:16 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
And the soup isn't helping. I don't know what's swimming in with the rice noodles, or even if it ever swam, but those rubbery bits certainly aren't shrimp.
Time: 2:18 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I'm going home. Pickled asparagus may be less than ideal, but at least it won't give me some horrible septic disease.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Entry #481
Time: 8:45 am
Location: Watershed Heights Basement, in bed
Temperature: 12° Celsius
Humidity: 45%
I wonder what it's like to be a plant. I know how they grow and how they breathe. I know what they need to live. I know how to help them productive. But what really makes a plant tick? What defines a ficus's existential reality? Would a fern be a Stoic or an Epicurean?
Time: 8:46 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I need to get inside their heads. But how?
Time: 9:30 am
Location: The park across from Stop n' Shop Grocery. In a hole.
Temperature: 22° Celsius
Humidity: 43%
There. That should do it. I've got water if I get thirsty, and there's lots of sun here. I should be set for a while. All I have to do is think plant.
Time: 9:41 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Mmmm. Sun.
Time: 9:58 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Time is meaningless - everything is just a blur of thought. And emptiness.
Time: 10:20 am
Location: Same
Temperature: 24° Celsius
Humidity: 44%
I'm not sure I like this. There's too much time. I can't stop thinking of him. Why can't I stop thinking of him?
Time: 10:48 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I am 57 years old. I shouldn't feel this way anymore. I shouldn't miss him like this. I should be able to move on with my life. There was a reason I left.
Time: 11:16 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I can still see his eyes in our silent conversations. The almost imperceptible crinkle at the corner when he laughed, or the light in the middle when he said he loved me. The way his hair spilled over his forehead when he slept.
Time: 11:40 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Damn it. I left him. I LEFT HIM.
Time: 12: 08 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Why do I still love him when I shouldn't?
Time: 12:56 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Push it out of your head Margie-girl. Stop wasting energy on useless passion – you've ruled your life by reason, and this is no time to change. Watch the people around you. Feel the sun on your skin. Dig your toes in the earth and understand what plants understand. Think about everything so you can think about nothing.
Time: 1:00 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
The woman with the leaky ceiling is sitting on a bench in the playground. Her head twitches slightly, like she's counting the squeaks of the rusty swings as the wind tangles them together.
A teenage girl is staggering along the sidewalk. She is covered from head to toe in soot. The woman with the leaky ceiling has gotten up to follow her.
Two men with a hand truck have taken the ATM from Stop 'n Shop and are running down the alleyway, presumably towards a getaway car. Nectar robbers have a better strategy, and they're running off a cerebral ganglion, not a brain.
Time: 1:03 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I hate people.
Time: 1:23 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Ferns are definitely Stoics. Feeling emotion without moving is impossible – they'd explode.
Location: Watershed Heights Basement, in bed
Temperature: 12° Celsius
Humidity: 45%
I wonder what it's like to be a plant. I know how they grow and how they breathe. I know what they need to live. I know how to help them productive. But what really makes a plant tick? What defines a ficus's existential reality? Would a fern be a Stoic or an Epicurean?
Time: 8:46 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I need to get inside their heads. But how?
Time: 9:30 am
Location: The park across from Stop n' Shop Grocery. In a hole.
Temperature: 22° Celsius
Humidity: 43%
There. That should do it. I've got water if I get thirsty, and there's lots of sun here. I should be set for a while. All I have to do is think plant.
Time: 9:41 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Mmmm. Sun.
Time: 9:58 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Time is meaningless - everything is just a blur of thought. And emptiness.
Time: 10:20 am
Location: Same
Temperature: 24° Celsius
Humidity: 44%
I'm not sure I like this. There's too much time. I can't stop thinking of him. Why can't I stop thinking of him?
Time: 10:48 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I am 57 years old. I shouldn't feel this way anymore. I shouldn't miss him like this. I should be able to move on with my life. There was a reason I left.
Time: 11:16 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I can still see his eyes in our silent conversations. The almost imperceptible crinkle at the corner when he laughed, or the light in the middle when he said he loved me. The way his hair spilled over his forehead when he slept.
Time: 11:40 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Damn it. I left him. I LEFT HIM.
Time: 12: 08 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Why do I still love him when I shouldn't?
Time: 12:56 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Push it out of your head Margie-girl. Stop wasting energy on useless passion – you've ruled your life by reason, and this is no time to change. Watch the people around you. Feel the sun on your skin. Dig your toes in the earth and understand what plants understand. Think about everything so you can think about nothing.
Time: 1:00 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
The woman with the leaky ceiling is sitting on a bench in the playground. Her head twitches slightly, like she's counting the squeaks of the rusty swings as the wind tangles them together.
A teenage girl is staggering along the sidewalk. She is covered from head to toe in soot. The woman with the leaky ceiling has gotten up to follow her.
Two men with a hand truck have taken the ATM from Stop 'n Shop and are running down the alleyway, presumably towards a getaway car. Nectar robbers have a better strategy, and they're running off a cerebral ganglion, not a brain.
Time: 1:03 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I hate people.
Time: 1:23 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Ferns are definitely Stoics. Feeling emotion without moving is impossible – they'd explode.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Entry #480
Time: 7:49 pm
Location: Gilbert's Carnival. Still.
Temperature: 19° Celsius
Humidity: 34%
I keep trying to leave this carnival, but it's like some horrible physicist's black hole whose event horizon I have clearly crossed.
Time: 7:52 pm
Location: Gilbert's Carnival, near the food trailer
Temperature and Humidity: Same
There are...things...moving around in the bottom of the ball pit. This is why I study plants. Plants don't move. Except slime molds. Which don't really count.
Time: 7:53 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I'm hungry.
Time: 7:54 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Do they sell anything decently edible and not laced with something at this carnival? There was a man shouting about drinking tiger's blood, and some nun ogling a clown. Perhaps I don't get out of the basement enough, but that sort of behavior seems decidedly abnormal. Young people these days...
Time: 7:55 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
"Young people these days?" Damn it. I sound like my mother.
Time: 7:58 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Age aside, I'll eat wild mushrooms, but I'm not brave enough for those funnel cakes. At least I know where the mushrooms came from. And what was in them. And whether or not I'd be seeing them again.
Time: 8:00 pm
Location: Gilbert's Carnival, walking away from the food trailer, and towards one of the exits (maybe)
Temperature and Humidity: Same - Wait...
What the hell is going on?
Time: 8:01
Location: Gilbert's Carnival, between one of the psudo-exits and what is left of the food trailer.
Temperature: It's difficult to tell. 19° behind me, and 30° in front
Humidity: 26% and dropping
The food trailer is on fire. Bits of burning napkin and flatware are blowing around in the wind - the edges burning like earthworms writhing in the sun.
Two women have fled the trailer. Quite wisely I might add. There is smoke pouring out of all sides of the trailer, and the flames seem to be spreading. Not to mention that their obvious incompetence was the start of the fire. No one who can create a funnel cake whose only redeeming factor seems to be it's obvious relationship to chunks of asphalt should be put in charge of hot grease.
Location: Gilbert's Carnival. Still.
Temperature: 19° Celsius
Humidity: 34%
I keep trying to leave this carnival, but it's like some horrible physicist's black hole whose event horizon I have clearly crossed.
Time: 7:52 pm
Location: Gilbert's Carnival, near the food trailer
Temperature and Humidity: Same
There are...things...moving around in the bottom of the ball pit. This is why I study plants. Plants don't move. Except slime molds. Which don't really count.
Time: 7:53 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I'm hungry.
Time: 7:54 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Do they sell anything decently edible and not laced with something at this carnival? There was a man shouting about drinking tiger's blood, and some nun ogling a clown. Perhaps I don't get out of the basement enough, but that sort of behavior seems decidedly abnormal. Young people these days...
Time: 7:55 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
"Young people these days?" Damn it. I sound like my mother.
Time: 7:58 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Age aside, I'll eat wild mushrooms, but I'm not brave enough for those funnel cakes. At least I know where the mushrooms came from. And what was in them. And whether or not I'd be seeing them again.
Time: 8:00 pm
Location: Gilbert's Carnival, walking away from the food trailer, and towards one of the exits (maybe)
Temperature and Humidity: Same - Wait...
What the hell is going on?
Time: 8:01
Location: Gilbert's Carnival, between one of the psudo-exits and what is left of the food trailer.
Temperature: It's difficult to tell. 19° behind me, and 30° in front
Humidity: 26% and dropping
The food trailer is on fire. Bits of burning napkin and flatware are blowing around in the wind - the edges burning like earthworms writhing in the sun.
Two women have fled the trailer. Quite wisely I might add. There is smoke pouring out of all sides of the trailer, and the flames seem to be spreading. Not to mention that their obvious incompetence was the start of the fire. No one who can create a funnel cake whose only redeeming factor seems to be it's obvious relationship to chunks of asphalt should be put in charge of hot grease.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Entry #479
Time: 10:30 am
Location: Watershed Heights Basement, near the furnace
Temperature: 16° Celsius
Humidity: 91%
...
Time: 10:31 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
... Tea ...
Time: 10:32 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I need tea. Puddles and lakes and boats full of tea. Or someone will die.
Time: 10:34 am
Location: Watershed Heights Basement, standing on my mattress. Well, wobbling.
Temperature and Humidity: Same
There's the food box. Now, where is the teakettle? There's a ladle...frying pan...trowel...spoon...cereal bowl...terra cotta drip tray...
Damn it! Where the hell did I put it? I know things have been disorganized lately, but I cannot function without it. It must be here.
Time: 10:38 am
Location: Same, but curled up in a ball now
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Whyohwhyohwhyohwhy am I such an idiot? I've gone and put a Lactuca sativa in the teakettle. And it's been such a delicate child that a transplant now will surely kill it. What am I to do?
I need tea. All my other little darlings are running desperately short of magnesium, and they certainly could use the bacteria. Is one plant so great a sacrifice to make for the good of the whole family? Can I live with myself if I give up on this one flawed lettuce?
Time: 11:00 am
Location: Watershed Heights Basement, in the nursery, hunched over the burgeoning compost pile
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Pull yourself together, Margie-girl. Sobs will just make your hands shaky, and that's not good for this little one. Prolonging the agony will just make everything worse. Just like pulling off a Band-Aid. Quickly upend the teapot, so.
Time: 11:15 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
There now, look what I've done. I've got dirt and snot and tears caked all down one side of my face. And I've got to be unbelievably blotchy. Why do I never have clean handkerchiefs? This is why I should have listened to my mother. She just was wrong all the time. Except about the handkerchiefs thing. And laundry. And showering on a regular basis.
Time: 11:16 am
Location: Watershed Heights basement, by the camp stove near the bed
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Hot water - on. Now I have to find the worm castings. And some pantyhose. Do I have pantyhose? Do I remember the last time I wore pantyhose? I think I was 14. And graduating from 8th grade. Either way, I think I'll need to head to Stop n' Shop. I need apples, pantyhose and milk.
Maybe it will keep my mind off that poor lettuce.
Time: 11:20 am
Location: Stop n' Shop Grocery in the cosmetics aisle.
Temperature: 18° Celsius
Humidity: 50%
Why do women need to put so much crap on their faces? And why are there 50 different kinds of pantyhose?
Time: 11:24 am
Location: Sidewalk outside the Vietnamese Restaurant
Temperature and Humidity: Same
There's a small dog sniffing around the back of the restaurant. The little cur is probably looking for scraps, though I doubt he'll get lucky. From what I've observed, the chef is remarkably tight-fisted. Judging by his size, he eats all the scraps himself.
Time: 11:30 am
Location: Watershed Heights Basement
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I absolutely must get outside. The tea is steeping and my basement now smells rather like the wrong end of an earthworm. Which, while stimulating, is not entirely pleasant.
Time: 11:40
Location: Carnival
Temperature and Humidity: Same
A group of vagrants and other sundry untrustworthy looking persons have set up a carnival in the vacant lot. Besides completely trampling the thistles, they're sure to churn up the soil and drop horrible greasy foods that will completely screw over the pH. And they have clowns.
Bastards.
Location: Watershed Heights Basement, near the furnace
Temperature: 16° Celsius
Humidity: 91%
...
Time: 10:31 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
... Tea ...
Time: 10:32 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I need tea. Puddles and lakes and boats full of tea. Or someone will die.
Time: 10:34 am
Location: Watershed Heights Basement, standing on my mattress. Well, wobbling.
Temperature and Humidity: Same
There's the food box. Now, where is the teakettle? There's a ladle...frying pan...trowel...spoon...cereal bowl...terra cotta drip tray...
Damn it! Where the hell did I put it? I know things have been disorganized lately, but I cannot function without it. It must be here.
Time: 10:38 am
Location: Same, but curled up in a ball now
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Whyohwhyohwhyohwhy am I such an idiot? I've gone and put a Lactuca sativa in the teakettle. And it's been such a delicate child that a transplant now will surely kill it. What am I to do?
I need tea. All my other little darlings are running desperately short of magnesium, and they certainly could use the bacteria. Is one plant so great a sacrifice to make for the good of the whole family? Can I live with myself if I give up on this one flawed lettuce?
Time: 11:00 am
Location: Watershed Heights Basement, in the nursery, hunched over the burgeoning compost pile
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Pull yourself together, Margie-girl. Sobs will just make your hands shaky, and that's not good for this little one. Prolonging the agony will just make everything worse. Just like pulling off a Band-Aid. Quickly upend the teapot, so.
Time: 11:15 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
There now, look what I've done. I've got dirt and snot and tears caked all down one side of my face. And I've got to be unbelievably blotchy. Why do I never have clean handkerchiefs? This is why I should have listened to my mother. She just was wrong all the time. Except about the handkerchiefs thing. And laundry. And showering on a regular basis.
Time: 11:16 am
Location: Watershed Heights basement, by the camp stove near the bed
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Hot water - on. Now I have to find the worm castings. And some pantyhose. Do I have pantyhose? Do I remember the last time I wore pantyhose? I think I was 14. And graduating from 8th grade. Either way, I think I'll need to head to Stop n' Shop. I need apples, pantyhose and milk.
Maybe it will keep my mind off that poor lettuce.
Time: 11:20 am
Location: Stop n' Shop Grocery in the cosmetics aisle.
Temperature: 18° Celsius
Humidity: 50%
Why do women need to put so much crap on their faces? And why are there 50 different kinds of pantyhose?
Time: 11:24 am
Location: Sidewalk outside the Vietnamese Restaurant
Temperature and Humidity: Same
There's a small dog sniffing around the back of the restaurant. The little cur is probably looking for scraps, though I doubt he'll get lucky. From what I've observed, the chef is remarkably tight-fisted. Judging by his size, he eats all the scraps himself.
Time: 11:30 am
Location: Watershed Heights Basement
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I absolutely must get outside. The tea is steeping and my basement now smells rather like the wrong end of an earthworm. Which, while stimulating, is not entirely pleasant.
Time: 11:40
Location: Carnival
Temperature and Humidity: Same
A group of vagrants and other sundry untrustworthy looking persons have set up a carnival in the vacant lot. Besides completely trampling the thistles, they're sure to churn up the soil and drop horrible greasy foods that will completely screw over the pH. And they have clowns.
Bastards.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Entry #478
Time: 7:59 am
Location: Watershed Heights rooftop garden
Temperature: 18° Celsius and falling
Humidity: 100%
On second thought, it's not a very good garden. Most of it is dead.
Time: 8:00 am
Location: Same
Temperature: 16° Celsius and falling
Humidity: 100%
And no wonder. I could sculpt dishes from this clay.
Time:8:15 am
Location: Watershed Heights basement, as near the furnace as humanly possible.
Temperature: 13° Celsius. This furnace is clearly not doing what it's supposed to be doing.
Humidity: 97%
That garden is not salvageable. The soil needs at least a year of solid amendment before it is even usable...it's looking like I'm going to have to put in clover to get some kind of nitrogen back, and I'll need to work in about a foot of compost before that will even consent to grow.
Curse that double-crossing airport botany bastard. There's no way I can rework my formulae in time to rescue that poor plot on the roof - I'm stuck using the pre-packaged crap from the incompetents at the hardware store. How the hell am I supposed to tailor it to the soil if I don't know what went into it, I ask you? And everyone knows the composition information on the packaging is spotty. I simply don't know how people in this town manage.
Time: 8:45 am
Location: Watershed Heights basement, contemplating climbing into the furnace
Temperature and Humidity: Same
God, is that store ever open? I walk all the way over there, in the snow, mind you, and they don't have the decency to have re-worked their hours, even after the letter I sent. You know what else? I didn't even get the courtesy of a reply. Their manager will be hearing of this, if my fingers ever thaw out enough to hold a pen.
THINGS TO PICK UP AT NUTS 'N BOLTS HARDWARE (If it's ever open...):
> 100 cubic feet of coarse compost, or aged manure.
> 20 pounds of builder's sand
> Blood meal
> Worm castings
> Clover seed
Time: 8:48 am
Location: Watershed Heights Lobby
Temperature: 23° Celsius
Humidity: 43%
Hmmm, so the heat works up here, does it? Here I am, feeding the furnace for this whole building, and it doesn't have the decency to even heat my little corner of the basement. Ungrateful piece of machinery - I'll pull it apart for scrap, if it doesn't kill me first.
Time: 8:51 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Left a note on the concierge's desk regarding the state of the furnace. I'm beginning to wonder if she even lives here; the Post-it on the grille proclaiming that she'll be back "sometime" is a permanent fixture. I don't think people even see it anymore - they interact with the desk as if it was still manned.
I saw a bearded man talking to the empty space behind the desk three days ago...though it could have been that he was just insane. I can never tell.
Time: 8:55 am
Location: Top of the Watershed Heights Basement Stairs
Temperature: 2° Celsius
Humidity 100%
There's a woman rather rudely blocking my stairs. She's bright yellow and a bit jumpy - she snatched at the bouquet of eye-shaped necklaces hanging from her parka with a rubber glove as soon as she saw me. And I've frankly never seen a surgical mask used as a way of staying warm, but who am I to judge? I still think OshKosh overalls are a pretty neat idea.
Time: 9:00 am
Location: Back by the furnace. Not that it's helping much.
Temperature: 14° Celsius
Humidity: 96%
Maybe I should sleep for a bit. I'll be warmer.
Location: Watershed Heights rooftop garden
Temperature: 18° Celsius and falling
Humidity: 100%
On second thought, it's not a very good garden. Most of it is dead.
Time: 8:00 am
Location: Same
Temperature: 16° Celsius and falling
Humidity: 100%
And no wonder. I could sculpt dishes from this clay.
Time:8:15 am
Location: Watershed Heights basement, as near the furnace as humanly possible.
Temperature: 13° Celsius. This furnace is clearly not doing what it's supposed to be doing.
Humidity: 97%
That garden is not salvageable. The soil needs at least a year of solid amendment before it is even usable...it's looking like I'm going to have to put in clover to get some kind of nitrogen back, and I'll need to work in about a foot of compost before that will even consent to grow.
Curse that double-crossing airport botany bastard. There's no way I can rework my formulae in time to rescue that poor plot on the roof - I'm stuck using the pre-packaged crap from the incompetents at the hardware store. How the hell am I supposed to tailor it to the soil if I don't know what went into it, I ask you? And everyone knows the composition information on the packaging is spotty. I simply don't know how people in this town manage.
Time: 8:45 am
Location: Watershed Heights basement, contemplating climbing into the furnace
Temperature and Humidity: Same
God, is that store ever open? I walk all the way over there, in the snow, mind you, and they don't have the decency to have re-worked their hours, even after the letter I sent. You know what else? I didn't even get the courtesy of a reply. Their manager will be hearing of this, if my fingers ever thaw out enough to hold a pen.
THINGS TO PICK UP AT NUTS 'N BOLTS HARDWARE (If it's ever open...):
> 100 cubic feet of coarse compost, or aged manure.
> 20 pounds of builder's sand
> Blood meal
> Worm castings
> Clover seed
Time: 8:48 am
Location: Watershed Heights Lobby
Temperature: 23° Celsius
Humidity: 43%
Hmmm, so the heat works up here, does it? Here I am, feeding the furnace for this whole building, and it doesn't have the decency to even heat my little corner of the basement. Ungrateful piece of machinery - I'll pull it apart for scrap, if it doesn't kill me first.
Time: 8:51 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Left a note on the concierge's desk regarding the state of the furnace. I'm beginning to wonder if she even lives here; the Post-it on the grille proclaiming that she'll be back "sometime" is a permanent fixture. I don't think people even see it anymore - they interact with the desk as if it was still manned.
I saw a bearded man talking to the empty space behind the desk three days ago...though it could have been that he was just insane. I can never tell.
Time: 8:55 am
Location: Top of the Watershed Heights Basement Stairs
Temperature: 2° Celsius
Humidity 100%
There's a woman rather rudely blocking my stairs. She's bright yellow and a bit jumpy - she snatched at the bouquet of eye-shaped necklaces hanging from her parka with a rubber glove as soon as she saw me. And I've frankly never seen a surgical mask used as a way of staying warm, but who am I to judge? I still think OshKosh overalls are a pretty neat idea.
Time: 9:00 am
Location: Back by the furnace. Not that it's helping much.
Temperature: 14° Celsius
Humidity: 96%
Maybe I should sleep for a bit. I'll be warmer.
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