I almost typed that this was an uneventful day. How soon I forget. This morning I heard the cat picture shingle on the front door banging, and the only thing I could think was don’t let them be in my apartment, but they were. Fuck. My apartment had water in it. Water pooling in my kitchen. It could be worse. It was raining in Jeff’s. Willy was there. God is he a moron. George came, and besides being in a bad mood. He was no help. All he knows is he’s not responsible. He has done nothing. What a jerk.