Several minutes have ticked by and still now word from NYM. What could have happened? Has she been eaten alive by bed bugs? Is she being held captive deep in the underbelly of the Naked City by the Rat King? Or is she just tired and depressed?
I'm afraid the much less interesting answer is the correct one. And not a very good excuse either for not emailing, but there it is.
A recap: Last Wednesday I came home to a coke fiend's dream. The exterminators had been in and dusted my bedroom with white powder. For two days my home seemed bug-free. I didn't wake up with bites all over and there weren't droppings in my sheets. On the third day I was feeling so good, I even let G come over and help me hang up my sheet curtains. Alas, that night the bugs came back. I have had bites every morning since. Mom says they cannot resist my sweet meats. The exterminators were supposed to be back today, but apparently they didn't keep their appointment. Who knows what is next or if I am stuck with bugs forever.
I'm at my wit's end about these bugs. I feel very isolated, since I can't have people over. And I am so tired of living among boxes and out of bags and not having a real home. I am going back to CT this weekend to my mom and dad's, even though I am afraid of spreading the bugs. I need a little escape and a little sleep.
So that's what's up with the bugs and with me. I have more to tell about my brush with TV stardom (even though I signed a paper that said I wouldn't talk about it), but I'll save that for another day. Tonight I just wanted to drop by and say "Hey friends, I am thinking about you and I am OK."
Until tomorrow, chin up!
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