I'm Bob. I am. Husani made reference to him the other night. I'm totally Bob. Bob from that movie 'What About Bob'. In the movie ... Bob (Bill Murray) is pretty neurotic and follow his therapist (Richard Dreyfus) on his family vacation and turns into the houseguest from hell. I mean ... Bob's not evil. Bob means well. Bob's really a nice guy. But Bob also drives his therapist over the edge. I don't use other people's toothbrushes like Bob did. But I see myself getting pretty close.

I woke up a little over a half hour ago when the phone rang. And like 5 minutes after I did ... Richie walked in. I was in the bathroom, face covered in Stridex foam facewash, water running ... when I heard the door close. Still wearing my black and white checkered sleep bottoms and white tee. Still not totally awake. Still remembering when Jenny walked in last week. I rinsed my face and glared at myself in the mirror before drying and walking out of the bathroom.

I mean ... Richie's not a bad guy. But I swear ... too many people are seeing me in my jammies dammit! People who shouldn't. Not like that. Good thing its still cold so I dont sleep nude. Serious Apartment hunting begins today *laces up combat boots*. I'm trying not to let it get to me. Really ... I am. But its like ... its like all these things are happening that make me wanna move out even more.