I continue to get better (just about all of my scabs have fallen off and my headaches, malaise, and pain diminish by the day) and continue to venture out into the real world with more confidence. A major part of venturing into the real world (besides eating too much Taco Bell) is getting back in touch with my dear old apartment building. New stuff has been afoot while I was hiding out in my apartment like a cross between the Phantom of the Opera and the Hunchback of Notre Dame (just now did I realize that Paris holds it down when it comes to deformed maniac recluses).
1) The biggest news, holy cow, there are new washers and dryers in the basement! I had to go see them for myself and boy, I can't wait to do laundry in them! (And now there are three large washers!)
So shiny, so new, and so already malfunctioning!
With the new machines come new prices (And they're higher! Who would've guessed?) and new laundry cards. If you live in a building that uses Hercules cards, can I interest you in my old card which I'm pretty sure I just put $20 on right before the laundry room makeover?
2) I have a new neighbor and we have spoken three times in the last month and a half (with our conversations averaging 2 to 3 sentences a piece) making her, by far, the John Adams resident I have spoken with the most in my 2 years here. Today I cornered her (wait, no, not cornered, that's too creepy sounding) at the mail boxes to tell her all about my shingles experience because she is a neurologist and I figured she needed to know. A neurologist with an accent who has probably heard me laughing through the wall as I watch "The Injury" over and over.
3) Not John Adams Related: The Injury has to be my favorite episode of the Office, at least until I really give the matter some serious thought.
4) This part will be gross. Maybe don't read it. During the past while I have noticed a problem in my kitchen. An insect friend problem that happens at night. Certain bugs, which could be described as roaches, appear on my cabinets after 11:30 (I have never seen more than 3 at one time and they just sit there. However, three is too too many) pm. I really didn't know what to do about this (move?) and used to try to squish them whenever I saw them but tonight I discovered a new trick. If I yell "Go to Bed!!" at them (the same way I yell it at Kelsi when I'm at home in Chicago) and point at them when yelling (the pointing is crucial) they scurry (gross gross gross) back up ontop of the cabinets. Out of sight, out of mind.
5) Turns out there is an easy solution for the bug problem. Living in a "full service" building like the John Adams, residents can just ask the super to send up an exterminator like it's no big deal. I learned this from the latest issue of the John Adamas Gazette. Filing that work request will be my accomplishment of tomorrow.