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The Old Apartment sent a screwy bill.

Posted in Apartments, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 24, 2015 by urbannight

The former apartment sent a bill for 1,000$ saying that they had to replace the carpet and for some strange charges. $75 for rent. As well as a 465$ that would be half a month rent but we each paid our half so I don’t know where that was coming from.  Although there was no explanation what that was.  Actually, it was smaller than half a month. And a strange $50 fee with no explanation.

We paid rent up through the month we moved. We moved midway through the month but paid for the full month.

There was one darker spot on the carpet from a clear soda, sprite I think, that never came clean no matter how many times I cleaned it.  Puck knocked it off the counter onto the carpet while I was asleep on the couch one day.  The only other stuff was that the heavy traffic areas were darker even after several vacuuming passes.

They subtracted the cleaning deposit but not the pet deposit I paid. Where does a pet ‘depost’ go if it isn’t used to go against things like this? I would have rented a good carpet cleaner but Jeff said don’t bother. He wasn’t worried about it. So I didn’t.

They want payment in 14 days or else they will send it to collections.

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Puck, who lived 13 years and passed away August 2015.

Zombified

Posted in Life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 18, 2012 by urbannight

 

My eyes feel dry and gritty and tired and swollen.  My eyeballs feel like I need to pop them out and soak them in milk.  Maybe I need to wash the sockets out too.  They feel gunky and gummy and leaving a film on my eyes.  It sounds like allergies but doesn’t feel like allergies.

 

My sinuses have split personality disorder.  Sniffles, Sneezing, Running and Congested at the same time.  They feel like exploding.  Humans are a carbon based life form.  Does that mean, given enough time and pressure, the dwarves mining tunnels in main brain could eventually mine for diamonds in what was once my snot?

 

My entire face feels like my skull has swollen up and the skin is now too small for my head, so it is stretched out and thin and tight and tender.  Perhaps it is my brain swelling rather than my skull.  It feels like it doesn’t have enough room and those mining dwarves have taken up residence again.  Tap tap tap, Pound pound pound.

 

Of course, the only visual evidence slightly saggy eyes, half shuttered to block out the extra light that work seems to be providing us.  We all have cubicle lights, why can’t they just turn out the overhead lights?  And I can’t forget the dark purple smudges beneath my eyes.  You wouldn’t think that I had 7 hours of sleep last night.  I might not have.  I constantly woke up, all night long, and my last dream was of getting hooked up to a machine so I could sleep for someone else, so that person would never need to sleep.

 

Being a sleeper right now sounds really good.  I suspect I’m running a low fever.  It feels like it.  It usually happens when I’m overly tired.  And that is exactly what I think it could be.  As sick as I feel, as zombified as I feel, horribly wretched as I feel, I think I’m just tired. 

 

I can hardly keep my eyes open.  I feel like I’m about to pass out in my chair, the past 1 hour has felt like three.  I’m doing this mostly to keep myself from toppling over into a stupor. 

 

Coffee and soda have been no help whatsoever.  Any magic cures?