i woke to the loud wail of a truck's horn on the street...obviously continuing because an auto was blocking its movement...after five minutes of this constant blaring i hear the mammal shouting out of his window..."look shut the fuck up! i know the guy and he is not listening to you, so you are just going to have to wait!...the children are trying to sleep up here so shut it!"...it worked, and we were all able to return to our slumbers...the good children were again in dreamland thanks to the mammal's madness...later as he was leaving to go manage the comedy club, he remarked to last night's conquest, "the funny thing is that i am now going to have to receive deliveries from guys like the ones in that pepsi truck"...

tomorrow a columbia journalism student will be coming to 'the pit' a la our apartment to take pictures of it for her interview with the mammal...mammal stated, "she wants to see how a real new york comic lives, so she asked me not to clean up too much"..."but you are going to clean a little," i replied, "this place is a wreck"..."a little, but it has to look authentic," was mammal's response...oh it will look authentic i thought...then we tried to make up a fictitious back story for "the roommate" a.k.a. me...'writer' (my present, albeit tenuous occupation) just was not interesting enough for the mammal...we never came to any conclusions so he will probably just expound on the 'writer' angle...we can all be assured however, that whatever he decides upon, the final result will be designed to make him look good...