02-17-02 - 10:08 a.m.
like it's not enough i manage a hotel; i have the boarding house routine at home with my brother and kid. the place smells like the midway at a carnival; cigarettes, stale beer and greasy funnel cakes, thanks to the gadget i bought berries for valentine's day. just when i think i can't stand the lack of privacy, joe does something disarming and thoughtful. today it was muffins, delivered to my desk. if you could overlook the massive beer habit, he'd make somebody a great wife.