The answer to the bedbugs was just a little Lady Macbeth-type resolution and some Raid House and Garden Insecticide.

And so Life goes on. I've been working 2 to 3 hours in the morning, five days a week as an opthmologist's receptionist since the third week of August, making a little less than $200 every couple of weeks; both not minding it, and finding it maddeningly restrictive, working that many days a week, though but less than half-days. So today I took my courage in hand and approached "Marissa" who owns and runs my favorite porn shop and asked her to think about hiring me three days a week: She seemed little short of delighted with me, and virtually promised to start me working, if not this weekend, the next. So adieu Opthamology, hello Carnal Delight. Melissa, moreover, is thoroughly nice Lesbian person, whom I liked quite as well as she seemed to like me. What could be better?