all my days are a blur. one of the side effects of working so much is i'm hot all the time. i wonder if all this extra warmth is reducing some calories? who knew thinking so much burned off this much energy? work late, lose weight! can't stay up too late though (i stopped working at 2am), have to wake up early tomorrow and ride down to norwood for a client meeting. at least it'll get me out of the house. i think i water my garden all the time just so i can have an excuse to escape the home office. bumped into ed again today. i'm always bumping into him because he's also unemployed (though technically i am working) and just likes to sit outside his house on a wooden bench. "skunk piss," he told me, that was the secret ingredient in lady perfumes. he noticed my hair was sticking straight up. "you don't usually see people of your..." he was searching for the right word, trying to be politically correct, "your ethnic composition with hair like that." the guy has a gravity about him. i have a few neighbors like that. chatty to the point where you can't tear yourself away. with renee, it's usually something about her son, or her fight with the city, or a computer problem. with jeff, neighborhood renovations and the latest update regarding his impending move. with ed however, anything goes. i still to this day can't understand how i could've lived on this street for 6 years and never realized he was so talkative. my parents came by in the early evening to help me clean out my guest bedroom. they were surprised that it was already pretty empty since i've been tidying the place up a little bit everyday. they went out to get some groceries and then came back with burger king for dinner. after they left i went back to work again, 7pm to 2am, the night shift.