September 16th, 2003

firesea: self-portrait

grumble

So I'm waiting for the elevator with a dolly full of boxes. It's taking forever, which is worrisome because this elevator has been breaking frequently, including the entirety of last night.

It finally opens to a bevy of short Hispanic women scrubbing the floor and saying "No! No! No come in yet!"

One part surreality mixed with two parts annoyance and a dash of disbelief: life at the Encore Apartments Sherman Oaks. I'm soooooo glad we're leaving.
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