When someone walks in on you while you're still in bed ... its a sign that you need to get an apartment. She's lucky I didn't kill her. Few people witness the horror of seeing me first thing in the morning. And they usually have bed head and drool hanging of their lip too. I couldn't believe it. I didn't hear my alarm when it should've gone off at 8 but I heard the door open. You know when some people have a bad dream and suddenly jerk up all drenched in sweat? That was me this morning. Minus the sweat and the bad dream part. I just sprang upright. My mind instanty switched on and started processing.

"Is that the door? Can't be. Richie always calls before he comes over here," I thought.

I looked over and there was Jenny with her usual smile.

"Did I catch you still in bed?"

"No I was knitting a sweater," I thought. I smiled back and nodded.

I ... was ... pissed. Pissed and embarrassed and pissed some more. I mean ... there's a 60 something year old woman standing in the room where I sleep. Where I was just sleeping up to 2 seconds before I saw her. I ground my teeth while I made the couch and folded my comforter and pushed it along with my pillow into the closet.

"The hell is she doing here this early? Its only ......" I squinted to look at the clock. "Only a little after 9."

I was so tired from cleaning and not getting enough sleep the night before. I still am. Pissed and tired and even more pissed. I took a shower and ran everything over and over in my mind.

"Well at least it wasn't Bill," I thought. "I swear if Bill saw me like that in my jammies I'd die. Or he'd die. Yeah ... Kill him, chop him up into pieces and throw him out with the trash. I mean ... nothing could be worse than someone like him seeing me first thing in the morning like that."

I wanted the drain to suck me down.

"I'm a nomad," I said in a loud whisper. Running my bath sponge over my stomach.

"Uh huh ... I'm a nomad. Except ... don't they travel like that in groups? Then I'm a bum. Uh huh ... I'm a street bum that lives in an apartment. I can't believe that just happened. Good thing I don't have a 'masturbate-first thing in the morning'-routine. Aaarrgghh!! I can't believe that. She knows I live here. Couldn't she like ring the bell and then open the door? .... I knew I should've put that double lock on. But .... then the concierge would've had to call up. Well no biggie. I would've at least had time to get the hell out of bed. Gggrrrr."

I got dressed ... took the trash out and got some cereal. That's what I'm eating right now. She's at the desk so I'm using my laptop. I can't even check my email while I eat my cereal. She's messing up my routine man.

I'm going to Kinko's ... *nods* ... I'll just pack my bag after this and just go. I have to work on some stuff for Bryan and Husani anyway. Bryan called me last night *rolls his eyes*. He's not organized and it pisses me off cuz he always wants me to work on stuff and he doesn't have everything I'll need or something. It sucks.