Girl, who did that to your neck!

That's what one of the crackheads in the neighborhood said to me the other day. I just said, "You should see the other guy." A group of them hang out nearly every day by the gate where I cross to my parking garage. That's how they recognize me, and they nod sometimes when I walk by. So on the positive side, you could say that Cancer has given me street cred.

Bought an electric stove tonight. Nothing sexy, just a white, self-cleaning, GE model. Since the building owner is deducting the cost from my rent, it's not really going to be mine anyway. If it were, I would've gotten the $700 stainless steel model to match my refrigerator.

They're supposed to finish up the shower tomorrow afternoon, and if all goes well, I'll be spending the night tomorrow. I'm still going back and forth on window treatments vs. trees. It's just that I would need custom drapes made because the windows are so BIG (74x144").

Unpacked my jazz CDs last night before the party. Spent an hour lying on my new bed blasting Johnny Hartman and Chet Baker. It sounded so great in that big ol' space. Ahh yes, the sweet smell of solitude is getting stronger and stronger.