Andrew J. Lederer

Rushed out to avoid interaction with my host on Thursday morning, so was unshowered and otherwise physically untended to all day.

Then, I pretty much slept all day and into the night on Friday to make up for my unrested Thursday and take advantage of the fact that my host was not around

Yesterday, a guest came by and after rushing to do the dishes and some additional cleaning to get ready for her. I was left without time to shower before her arrival.

Luckily, I was apparently tolerable to be around, although my friend did ask me at a certain point if I'd been eating onions. (My olfactory sins may have been somewhat made up for by the fact that I looked generally slender -- meaning not too fat -- yesterday, at least while standing up.)

Now, I've only just woken up after an overlong sleep meant to combat the draining interruptions caused by sleep apnea, a guy hammering on the other side of the wall at 9:15 am, and the toxic smell of the leather couch I sleep on.

I wonder if my host has used some kind of poisonous leather cleaner on it, killing me and clouding my brain while I sleep. Or maybe the couch is just doggy from interaction with me.

In any event, my mouth feels like it needs some serious dentistry, its neediness enhanced by the pains of toxic supersleep.

I think I better rip open that new packet of supermarket floss and start the torturous, lonely rehab that may, if I'm lucky, eventually bring me back into the lower reaches of the world inhabited by most others -- maybe even you.