get me out of here

first of all, let me say that i hope none of you ever have to go to the "post office annex" on east lexington street in baltimore, maryland. if you can figure out how to get there (the directions involve taking the moon shuttle to the moon, then back, then once again to the moon, then winking three times), then figure out how to get inside the damned place, then figure out who's actually working (patrons standing around tend to look just like employees standing around), you might actually get the package you've gone to pick up. since i'm somewhat of a spoiled brat (ok, so more than somewhat) i've only lived in highrises during my all-too-long stint in baltimore. therefore, i always have some fat front desk lady or friendly crack addict to sign for my packages. i've been ripped from my throne, though, and have joined the ranks of those who live in rowhomes. therefore, i go to the "post office annex."

michael and i are going to durham, nc tonight to visit george, visit michael's sister, and attend a few movies at the north caroline gay and lesbian film festival. north carolina? gay? i hear you ask. apparently, yes. according to george, the pink triangle (or whatever the combination of durham, raleigh, and...chapel hill (?) is called) has quite a bustling gay scene. we shall find out for ourselves this evening, and not a moment too soon. i've reached the boiling point with baltimore again--the heat, the attitude, the stink of my new apartment. i'm spending a day and a half amongst trees and gay southerners. what a welcome respite. (yes, i just looked up that word to make sure i'd used it correctly--and i did!)

now i will continue to try to drown out my office's new employee's gospel music and incessant personal phone calls with my own music. it's a fierce battle, but never fear. i'll win.