The nice thing about having no personal space is that you don't feel so bad about being an asshole. What an ugly term, asshole. All things considered it is probably the rudest word to use against someone. Anyways, my whole house is cleaning, and goddamned if I am not sucked into it. Woke up at four post meridian to vacuums and lights and driers simultaneously assaulting my sleep. Fuck man, I was just about to get her. Whatever, I'll get her tonight. Put on my robe stepped outside to have my cigarette and call Claire. I visit with her tomorrow as she descends from the New land of Jersey. Sweet. I'm waiting to go to Barnes and Nobles, if Arryn ever gets off her ass and gets dressed. I need books.