To the Devil, a stomach ache

I really like the new windows in my apartment. What I don't like is the news that workers will come by to paint the new frames once the entire building's windows are replaced.

I don't quite remember why, but four years ago, when I was installing new curtains, I screwed the curtain-rod-holders into the window frames and not into the wall. When I had to clear the window area for the window-installers, I had to remove the curtain-rod-holders. The news that the job isn't done means that I can't put my curtain-rod-holders back up. The absence of curtain-rod-holders means an absence of curtain-rods, which means -- are you with me? -- an absence of curtains.

My building has two wings on opposite sides of a courtyard. I face the courtyard, and the other side of the building faces me (and also faces the courtyard, but mostly it faces me). With no curtains to keep me hidden, I feel like I'm in a Panopticon:

The concept of the design is to allow an observer to observe all prisoners without the prisoners being able to tell if they are being observed or not, thus conveying a "sentiment of an invisible omniscience."

Of course, I've seen every episode of Oz, so I know that any time spent in a prison is harmful to one's physical and mental health, regardless of the perceived flexibility of the prison's routine. In other words, I think my bed's length has shrunk by one foot, but I can't prove it because the fitted sheet has also shrunk by one foot.

It is also possible that the bed has not shrunk. Perhaps it only seems that it has shrunk because in reality I have grown a foot taller, and I haven't noticed because all my clothes have grown with me.

Life was so much easier when I thought a dead body was living across from me. It's still possible that a dead body is in there: I saw a man in that apartment a few nights ago. I saw him only grom the chest up. He seemed to perform the repetitive movements of a man who was leisurely dry-humping a corpse. (I guess that's one nice thing about dry-humping a corpse as opposed to dry-humping a living person: you can really take your time.) I have not seen him since, and I also hope that's not him knocking on my door right now.