totally disrupted my morning routine. thus are the modern tragedies of my-so-called-life.

there used to be a time when i would have to be at work super early so i never saw my maid. but life is better now and i can get into the office at a reasonable hour. problem is, my maid, i believe, is used to being places at the buttcrack of dawn.

anyways its terribly embarrassing for me because when i know shes coming i just let everything go to hell. which believe it or not is different than my normal lifestyle, which to outsiders may look quite similar to a man allowing his apartment to go to hell. but its not so.

i was brushing my teeth when i heard a knock on the door. it was the back door, which is never good. either it means a young lady has come to retrieve her jewels, or it means the maintenance man needs to turn off the water to the building, or it means a homeless man wants money, or it means a small time theif is casing the joint.

or it means the lovely maid caught a fast bus because its veterans day and didnt hit any traffic at all and has arrived before the man of the house has had time to “prepare” for the cleaner.

theres a whole system with my laundry, for example. clothes that may appear dirty, and have even made their way to the floor, are quite clean, and could use some folding and placement in a drawer. those clothes need to be put in a basket marked clean so she can fold and place.

meanwhile there are some unmentionables and unsee-ables that need to be hidden or tucked away or stashed, if you will. i dont pretend that she doesnt know ever hiding place and every secret i have, but i dont want to have those things right in her face, forcing her to make a decision.

the good thing about the early arrival was she told me that she would cook for me. often she makes little meals and places them on a plate with saran wrap over them. then she sits the plate in front of the microwave.

i was able to tell her that often i dont come home for days, that i appreciate her cooking, but she should put it in the fridge so i can enjoy it. sometimes when the delicious treat is fish or chicken my nutritionist advises me to throw the home made meal out. which breaks my heart.

yes my life is so difficult that i dont see how i make it through even one day without heavy medication.

when i jog.

you might notice one or two when youre driving, but when youre right there on foot theres way more than youd think.

i think is the economy that bad?

but then i think but what about their customers? isnt the economy bad for everyone?

i almost get hit by cars when i run at night.

its dangerous but it keeps your mind off being exhausted, running for no good reason.

theres this mechanic in my neighborhood. i used to take my car there all the time.

most of the cars theyd work on were amazing lowriders and other classic american sedans and convertibles.

then one day out of the blue they have no cars in the lot, not even the old ancient fire truck. and as time goes on we learn that they went out of business for some reason.

today i saw a for lease sign on the garage door.

this is a place that was around for 20 years and then one day it just closes up without any farewell party or any hoo ha of any sort whatsoever?

all the cars just left the lot, sold or otherwise, including a damn fire truck and there wasnt any notice, plea for help, or murder scene?

just one day vibrant and thriving, next day poof gone.

i am both bewildered, and im impressed.

ive dated girls so loud that every step of the way out of the door something was announced to the world.

omg its so bright out. omg its so hot. hey should we bring waters? etc.

how these people moved out a dozen cars, trucks, and equipment for 12 bays, without a whisper is admirable.

clearly the work of ninjas.