I’ve spent this entire 3-day weekend, trapped indoors and waiting for someone to fix my window so there’s not this huge gaping hole looking into my bedroom. My landlord still has not returned my calls and this morning, the building’s Super carted off the broken window and I have no idea when the new one is coming. Now I have a wider, cleaner and safer gaping hole. No more jagged glass to impede your robberies. It’s fucking insane. I can’t go to work, much less anywhere like this.

Naturally, this experience is leaving me in a rather depressed state of mind. But, in moments like these, you have to look for the positive. Perhaps I have been chosen like that guy in Kansas that says he’s the Pope and that this bullshit is god’s message that I should grow a beard, wear camelhair sacks and preach the word of Our Lady of Agoraphobia. I could make some tablets out of cardboard and I should have a marker or two kicking around here. I could make some commandments and later on I could crucify myself to the refrigerator for good measure. Maybe, you never know. In the meanwhile, I’ll keep waiting.