SEX?  Hello.  Well haven’t the last few months been something.  I finally closed on the 16th of May and painting started on the 18th and I moved in on the 26th.  Talk about a fucking rollercoaster.  Ever since I moved in I’ve been on the verge of tears of frustration and I don’t know what.  I don’t think I miss my old apartment all that much but the move has been so very stressful for me.  My parents bought me an etegere for the bathroom and so I opened the box to assemble it and it’s got 9 fucking million pieces and needs to be anchored to the wall so I just burst into tears and put it back in the box.

Then the toilet developed a leak.  I was absolutely freaking out afraid it meant serious water damage to all the apartments beneath me.  Fortunately it just meant having the toilet re-seated but what a fucking drama it was.  I used the vendor that the building uses for their stuff - sounds good, no?  NO!  Yesterday the plumber came and tightened the bolts.  Ok.  so far so good.  I flushed the toilet last night and it leaked.  Fucking hell!  I called the plumber and my phone was out of order.  Fucking fucking hell.  Shitfuckhelldamn Verizon fios you shit.

Made arrangements for the plumber to be here today at 2:30 so I took half a day off work and then spent 45 minutes (last night) on the phone with Verizon getting the phone straightened out.

This morning the TV went to a green screen.  Double fucking fucking hell.

Went to work and got home about 1:30.  Called Verizon and got the tv straightedn out.  Fuckers.  Parents showed up (they took care of yesterday’s plumbing visit).

Wait wait wait.  Due at 2:30.  I called at 2:45 and was told in half an hour.  Many calls later he showed up at almost 4:45 - work stops at 5pm.  Super okayed working past the deadline. 

Sloppy work.  I hope they stopped the leak.  It tires me to write about it.

Anyhow.  It’s fixed.  Mostly.  But the thing is my parents can’t call my house phone using their house phone.  They’re Time Warner Cable and I’m Verizon Fios and for some reason when I switched from Time Warner Cable to Verizon the number got switched but there’s a hitch somewhere and it’s just a royal fucking pain in the ass.

I’m tired.  Really tired.  Need to call the doc and get a new rx for the anti-depressants.  Moving is stressful, no doubt about it.

Just reread one of my favorite books:  A Round-heeled Woman by Jane Juska.  This is the personal ad she placed in the New York Review of Books “Before I turn 67 - next March - I would like to have a lot of sex with a man I like.  If you want to talk first, Trollope works for me.”  It’s a very honest and moving account of her life and her sexual adventure(s)—some good some awful.  But the most moving part of the book is the chapter about her son.  (oh and she has some good sex too - there’s hope yet - if you’re brave enough to go for it.)