LAX
Tried to go to a bathroom in LAX. There was some kind of bad lingering smell I could not get over. I don't know how people get so comfortable in there to do the "whole" business. I mean, if it's not an emergency, Just don't do it! Anyway, I get into the stall and I just freeze ... I can't move, I am standing there, with my eyes closed and then I start dry heaving. Here is a cool definition of Dry Heave:
Dry heaves occur after nausea and vomiting. It refer to repetitive involuntary throwing up that is not accompanied by vomit. Nausea stimulates the region of the brain that controls vomiting. Even after the vomiting has halted, the brain's vomit center may be active. This leads to continuation of abdominal musculature contractions without expelling gastric contents, causing dry heaves. Prolonged dry heaves are serious and require immediate medical attention as they may be indicative of intracranial pressure.
I have to say, that this rarely happens to me. and so I was finding it hilarious and disgusting at the same time. There I was, dry heaving and laughing at the same time (mouth closed the whole time). In the end, I had to walk out of there quickly before things got even more insane. Later on, in the plane, I swear I could still smell "it." I know it wasn't real, but I just couldn't help it.
Commute-ations
Lucky me, I get to walk about 12 blocks to go from the apartment to the office (all in Manhattan), and right in the middle of the action. The streets here are always crowded. Yesterday morning, this guy stops right in the middle of pedestrian traffic, whips "it" out and starts to pee right there, on the sidewalk. He doesn't even bother to move to the side (as any normal human being would). And no one seems to care. What the hell?
The Heat is On Baby!
The building I stay in, has this stupid heating system. Basically, there is one big central heater that heats all the apartments (20 at least). The only problem (and it's a major one), is that I have no control over it. There is no thermostat in the apartment. So, it's 33deg in NY and inside the stupid apartment, it's about 95deg
There is no way I can sleep like this. I just lay there on the bed, no covers, just sweating. So, on night 2, I get the brilliant idea to turn the AC on. Why not? It's a genius idea. It will counteract the heat and I will be able to sleep.
I turn on the stupid AC which is a basic box in the window. The damn thing is soooooo freaking loud that I can't sleep will all that rattling and grumbling. What the hell is going on here? So now I have a choice: heat and quiet or somewhat cooler but noisy... In both cases I can't sleep anyway. Damnit.
Horizontal Rain
This morning, the walk to the office was just annoying. Today it is raining. I quickly discovered that the streets of Manhattan are like big canyons and when it rains, The water gets funneled through and so as a pedestrian, I am assaulted with windy-rain coming from all directions. Horizontal is the hadest one to avoid, it's crazy.
Ass Kicking shieeet
We are now on day 3 and I am getting more and more exhausted, (since I can't sleep at night) and I don't know how long I am going to make it. This is so stupid, I only have to survive until Friday when I leave. Although I want to go boxing on Saturday morning and for that I have to be ready, cool and collected. My best performance is usually barely enough to make it through. I can't afford to be weak and tired.
ironic.
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