…but that’s not what this is about.

I found this note on my door when I got home. I cannot believe I’m buying a condo from such an unprofessional outfit.

Sept 27, 2006

Residents of Regency Park Condos:

We are having a lot of people do way over on the speed limit in the property, the speed limit is 15 MPH. Please do not exceed that. We do not want anyone to get hurt on property. There have been several incidents when kids and or adults have almost gotten hit including management buy people driving way over the speed limit. Plus there is a lot of construction equipment on property so there are things blocking views please use caution when they are obstruction views. Please stop when there is a stop sign. Please do not roll threw them.

Thank You,

Regency Park Condos Property Management

Can you believe this? It’s like a third-grader wrote it! Buy? Threw? Jesus Christ.

You may recall a recent entry dated September 14 when I wrote this:

my shoulder and back hurt so much (my back worked from 1973 to 2005, my shoulder from 1973 to 2006). And my stomach hurts all the time. A lot. So I can’t really breathe properly, and no matter how little I eat I feel overly full but I’m still hungry. So trying to do anything but sit completely still—but not for long or my back goes out—is just a lost cause.

Sunday night around 3 am I woke up with intense stomach pain and ended up driving myself to the emergency room.

Since then I have had my gall bladder removed. It turns out I didn’t have a stomachache or an ulcer or ibuprofen damage. I needed surgery.

Anyway, I’ve been home from the hospital for two days but everything still hurts and I still can’t eat solid food. My mom is here taking care of me but everything just sucks.

I was at Disneyland, but it wasn’t really Disneyland. I was staying in a hotel room on the property, as in inside the park, and closing time was fast approaching. They were locking the doors of the hotel, and I had to get back before it was too late. I had to run across a big grassy expanse to get there, and it was all divided up with stakes and string like they were reseeding it in a grid. When I got to the hotel, it was actually the natural history museum or something; there were live elephants all over the place. The doors were locked, and I banged on them, but a keeper let me in.

It was too late for room service, or just barely (note this actually happened Sunday night), but an employee who was ordering room service offered to let me pose as his wife so we could both get a sandwich at the same time.

In my room, which was an enormous split-level suite, Lisa was there. It was my hotel room, but it was also my apartment. I opened a door I’d never opened before and found a storage room with a closet and a new refrigerator and freezer, with food inside. Lisa and I decided to eat something out of the freezer. There was a size 19 party dress in the closet, a really tacky-looking ’80s thing with black tulle and sequins and a tag saying it came from Sears.

The parade came by, except it wasn’t really the big Disneyland parade (which was awesome; bad pictures of it start here and go backwards). It was a little train full of kids made up to look like clowns, driven by a woman who shouted “How many watching?” as she approached each door. Note that this parade came through my suite. Lisa and I said “two” and all the kids held up two fingers and waved at us as they passed the doorway.

Through the whole dream I was only wearing a towel.

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