i have not seen much of the hairy mammal in the last month or two, but from what i can gather he has been a good little fuzz-ball...his computer is broken for the third time since he bought it two years ago, therefore he has completed some much needed projects around the apartment...finally, the shower head that flooded the bathroom has been replaced, and the bathroom door that swelled due to water damage can be shut again...as i was leaving today mammal was on the phone with apple computer (hipster compu-central) going through the steps to reboot his computer with little positive result..."mammal, how you making out?"..."how does it look [church of al] obviously not too well," he responded looking like a little boy in his winter p.j.'s...the stress and anger in his tone was too much, so i came back joyfully, "well i am going uptown to use the computer, see you later!"...he responded angrily, "[c of al] why don't you get a job, all you do is fuck that doctor!"...i laughed, knowing that he was right, and that he couldn't for the life of him figure out how i did it...he then changed the subject to football (which he doesn't follow), "i wanted new orleans to win yesterday," he stated...i replied, "i am glad chicago won, i want them to win the superbowl"..."[c of al] you don't even like chicago," mammal yelled, "why would you want them to win?"..."first of all [mammal] i do like chicago and second of all, you know nothing about football"...that was a point he had to concede, and before more words were exchanged i was out the door, leaving him alone in the pit, clad in p.j.'s, and staring at a dark computer screen...