Today was a beautiful day. I mean, you can’t ask for more than a sunny 65 degree day in my book. I was also asked for money about 60 times more today than any other day I’ve lived in the city. Not only was I asked for money, but at least one person stopped me to tell me why they were on the street. His story went like this:

Him: I used to work in that building.
Me: *Looking straight ahead thinking “Shit, he knows what building I work in…”
Him: That was until I was attacked by a gang.
Me: *slowing down because how cold is my heart? How can I completely ignore someone who is talking to me? Honestly!*
Him: Boy I sure am hungry.
Me: Sorry I don’t have anything. (Which is true, mostly)

I know that this is going to sound weird, but I don’t like helping the homeless when I am walking to or from work. When I drive somewhere, I am getting into a car and theoretically driving somewhere where they will not be able to follow me. When I am walking, they could easily follow me to work or home and know where I go every single day.

I think this paranoia is something I have to thank my mother for.

So shortly after I moved into my Sacto apartment, my bathtub backed up with some discolored water. And a plumber came out and removed my toilet and snaked my drains. Two weeks passed and when I came back from a weekend in Santa Rosa, the tub was filled with dirty water again. It happened two more times since then. Let’s just say that my bathtub has been bleached more times than Pamela Anderson’s hair. But for the last two months…. no backing up. And I was kind of surprise. Happy, but surprised.

So this evening, around 7:00 there is a knock on my door. And there is a woman and the plumber who came out the first time my tub backed up. It turns out that the laundry sink down in the basement is backed up and my apartment is the only apartment in the building that goes straight to the line. Everyone else’s toilets are linked together. So as we speak, my toilet is off to the side and I have this big machine hanging out in my bathroom. My only hope is that they fix the laundry sink without causing my bathtub to start backing up again.

Oh and I hope that he finishes sometime soon so that I can pee. Because as soon as you know you can’t go to the bathroom, that is when you need to go.

Heading back to Santa Rosa this evening. I am going to bake strawberry cupcakes from dinner on Saturday night. They are a Martha Stewart recipe. I might also bake my mechanics some cookies because they did such a great job on my car.

Beef-a-roni. But not the boxed kind. This recipe is good. You should try it. Go on… it only takes about 20 minutes to prepare.