I have embraced my inner nerd.

it's been a while

2006-03-24T17:03:00.000-05:00

Hello blog. How was your day?

Mine has been pretty sweet in some aspects:
-I am being taken out for a 10 course dinner in a few hours for a friend’s birthday (though I hope we’ll be able to pay our own meal as there’s something wrong with paying for 10 people’s dinner on your own birthday)
-I had a lavish free lunch at work
-I won a $10 gift certificate to a coffee shop
-I got paid to watch a really good film called This Beggar’s Description. (find it at www.nfb.ca)

It’s about Philip Tétrault who everyone who has spent any time in Le Plateau will probably recognize as the homeless guy with the pan flute. He “has been locked up in jails and psych wards, kicked out of the house by desperate friends and family and spent long periods living on the streets of Montreal. However, he is also a talented writer and loving father whose deep family bonds and friendships have helped him come through periods of incredible darkness brought on by his schizophrenia” It turns out he’s friends with Leonard Cohen, who is also in the movie. Cohen’s compassion for Phil just bumped him up a few places in my pretend-boyfriend roster. I would highly recommend this movie. The lovely shots of Montreal alone make the film.

But not everything is peachy keen in Lizland. I found out this morning that my student loan repayment letter wasn’t wrong. It turns out I wasn’t eligible for a bursary so now I owe an extra 2 large. Ouch.
Also, I apparently I may be schizophrenic.

Because I am a DSM-IV nerd, I found this test for schizophrenia: http://www.schizophrenia.com/sztest/survey.php

I just tried it and it says I may have schizophrenia and should be screened by a mental health professional. As someone with a professional degree who works in mental health, I’m pretty sure this is a false positive, but time will have to tell. Maybe I’m just prodomal or experiencing perceptual abnormalities. I certainly have barely slept since I’ve managed to keep the St. Patrick’s Day party vibe going until now, a week later.

And now off to go stuff myself full of 10 courses of Chinese food.

Please please please vote.

2006-01-22T14:17:00.000-05:00

After a good long rest, the blog has woken from its hibernation on the eve of a federal election.

I would certainly not tell anyone who to vote for, [cough...NDP!...cough] but I urge you all to get out there and vote tomorrow. Even if your candidate stands no chance of winning, or if they are sure to win without your support, please just get your vote on.

Your party will get $1.75 in federal funding per eligible vote received, so getcher ass to your polling station, please. If you're a tory, I won't be too offended if you stay home instead. Check out Elections Canada for details.

Have you seen the ads in BC featuring big daddy Jack's moustache? The only place I could find it is here (http://www.conservative.ca/EN/2049/) click on "Jack Talk" and please excuse my continued inability to understand how links work. I think his response to this smear ad alone is worth voting for:

OTTAWA (CP) - The only thing NDP Leader Jack Layton has not said during this campaign is "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin," but he's come close. What's making his hair stand up is a Tory ad that shows a moustache superimposed on ordinary people saying things like they want higher taxes.
Layton, who's agreed to shave his moustache to raise money for a charity after Jan. 23, has begun to be possessive of his lip fur.

In Terrace, B.C., Layton began speaking about it in the third person the other night.
"I understand there is a rogue moustache that's making an appearance in advertisements in British Columbia. I don't know if you've seen this, but I have got to tell you what this moustache here has to say.

"This moustache says we're running against the Conservatives because their ideas are wrong for working families. This moustache says the NDP will be there day in and day out for the working families of Canada."

Nice! Prepare to get bitch-slapped, grits and tories....I hope. A girl can dream, right?

My powers of pyrokinesis are astounding

2005-11-30T19:13:00.000-05:00

Last night I was started smelling smoke and then heard sirens. Looking outside my bedroom window I saw this (a firetruck setting up a ladder reaching to the roof. I was later joined by a few others):

Since I moved to the current apartment I've been willing this building, which is an auto-body repair shop, to burn down or move to France or otherwise just stop making so damned much noise outside my bedroom window so early in the morning. So as I was watching smoke pour out of the windows, I couldn't help but feel guilty for willing this to happen so many times. I later found out that it was arson and there's an investigation looking into insurance fraud, so I think I'm off the hook.

I woke up Faith who was staying in my living room and who was oblivious to the whole thing. She didn't believe that there was a fire until I made her get up and look outside. She responded by going back to bed and falling alseep, despite the sirens, chainsaws, calls from neighbours and shouts from firefigthers. The whole thing wrapped up at about 5:00 AM.

If anything else that's been pissing me off burns down, we'll know that maybe I'm like that girl in "Carrie". I think she was called Carrie or something.

2005-11-20T18:44:00.000-05:00

This is Jenny. Jenny rules. She is standing next to my new favourite graffito which says (for those of you who don't speak French) "Shall we zombie?"

2005-11-20T17:29:00.000-05:00

Hell yeah, we will zombie.

2005-11-17T15:52:00.000-05:00

Here's a picture of a picture of my grandpa back in his RAF days.

Respect for one's elders

2005-11-16T23:50:00.000-05:00

My grand-folks are pretty cool.

Grandpops (http://www.famouscanadians.net/name/w/wrightjerry.php) is one smart dude. He has 30 patents, a distinguished service award and got a medal presented to him by the King.
Like I said, he's a smart cookie.

As was grandma. She worked as a physiotherapist in Scotland during WWII, which is how she met gramps.

It's really sad to see what the ravages of time have done to them. Last time I saw grandma she made eye contact with me and seemed to respond to my tone of voice. Her Alzheimer's has gotten to the point that she can't even feed herself and has severe aphasia. It's like she's regressed to being only a few months old. She sits in a chair most of the day. She used to be in a room by herself for most of this time because she used to shout gibberish and it was disruptive to the others. Now she's quite docile and mostly sleeps or stares off into space. I really hope she's not cognizent of what's going on. Still, it was nice to see a small part of the once vital, smart and independent woman I remember.

Last time I saw grandpa he showed me all the things in his house of many years he's about to sell. Talk about your walks down memory lane. We looked through some photo albums and he told me some cool shit about his service during WWII and how he revolutionalized aircraft navigation by inventing the R-theta computer. We went to visit grandma together and fed her dinner at her nursing home.

The next day, he told my dad that he'd received a visit from a nice young lady with a car. When dad suggested that it might have been me, gramps said he didn't think so. He remembered who I was while I was there, I think, but he did seem a bit confused towards the end.

I wish I'd gotten to know them better when I had the chance instead of being a snotty brat and thinking their stories were boring.

get paid to snort blow/get topless

2005-11-08T19:42:00.000-05:00

I heard on the radio that Canada's unemployment rate is currently the lowest it has been in 30 years. It's apparently 6.6%, which does, indeed, seem quite low. As part of my public service program, here's some leads I saw in the newspaper a few days ago:

La Senza Lingerie: Fit Model.
La Senza is currently looking for a fit model to join their dynamicteam in Montreal head office. Your main responsibilities will includetrying on samples for fittings and a few hours a week reserved toadministrative assistance for a total of 30 hours a week.
Fit provisions: Approximately 5'7" tall
wears size 36B bra
wears size 9/10 garments
Bust circumference 37-38"
Under bust circumference 30 1/2 - 31"
Waist circumference 28-29"
Hips cricumference (at 8" below waist line) 39" - 40"

Please fax or e-mail your resumé, along with yoru measurements to LaSenza fir dept (514) 684-6127 or dsawyer@lasenza.ca

Can you imagine the job interview? I think they would definitely ask you how many words per minute you can type and then ask you to take off your shirt.

I would like to know exactly why they think that a person with a 28inch waist wears a size 9/10. No wonder all the bras from La Senza fitso strangely.

Also you can get free cocaine from my alma mater:

"Researchers in McGill University's Departments of Psychiatry andNeurology & Neurosurgery are conducting a brain imaging study aboutmen (aged 18-40) who have used cocaine during the past year. The studyinvolves an interview, two or three 24-hour hospital stays, brainimaging and the adminstration of cocaine. Participants will becompensated for their time. The principal investigator is Dr. Leyton.if interested: 398-4015 or mcgillreasearch@hotmail.com"

They only come out at night..and on public transit

2005-11-06T20:10:00.000-05:00

Yeah, we are dressed up and drunk. I want to wear fishnets every day. The skeleton on my right agrees.

But Cruella DeVille is a pretty fun look too. Not pictured is my one dalmatian.

Halloween is such an interesting time. Why do we let our inhibitions down so much?
Do we think that our costumes disguise us much more than they really do? Does the "fall back" to standard time screw up our circadian rythms and give us the illusion that it's always night and therefore one unending party? Or is it all the candy and liquor? What's up, Dead-James-Dean-Guy?

I witnessed some of the best random interactions recently. Was Hallowe'en the culprit?

Child on the bus: MOMMMY I WAAAANT IT? WAUUUUGHHHHH WAGHHHHH AUGHHH!
Mother: shhhh! calm down, you can have it later
Child: But I want it NOOOOOOOWWWW! WAUGHHHH!
Some random woman sitting in a nearby seat: stop it. Stop it! STOP IT! TU M'ENNERVES!!!
Child: (silence)
Mother: (giving the other woman the hairiest eyeball I have ever seen, when really she whould have been thanking her) there, there.
Everyone else on the bus: tee-hee

I also enjoyed the random guy in some sort of purple ceremonial robes. They looked just like the stonecutter robes from that episode of the Simpsons, only with no discernible insignia. Also it was about a week after Halloween, which seems a little late for a costume party. Robes-man got off at my stop and walked off briskly, followed by a drunk woman and me. His robes were flapping about in the wind and the drunk woman yelled at him "whheeeee.... just like a bird"(she made bird flying mothions with her arms and indicated that she was talking about his robes. He responded with an earnest "thank you."

Even more zombies

2005-11-03T15:57:00.000-05:00

This is Jenny. She is awesome. She is standing next to my new favourite graffito. For those of you who don't speak French, it means "Shall we zombie?"

2005-11-03T15:56:00.000-05:00

Hell yeah we're going to zombie!

Even more zombies

2005-11-02T16:38:00.000-05:00

This is Jenny. Jenny is awesome. She is standing in front of my new favourite graffito. It says (for those of you who don't speak French) "Shall we zombie?"

So that's what my entrails look like

2005-10-18T01:54:00.000-04:00

Actually, I didn't get to see since I had my eyes shut. But I think this is what it's supposed to look like -->

The whole endoscopy thing was pretty quick and relatively painless. Dr. Dude even thinks my belly is doing ok for now. The sedative they gave me helped a lot and was also quite fun. Everone else in the recovery room seemed to be wasting their time sleeping. I got right up and had to keep explaining that no, I wasn't dizzy. I think the other people there don't tend to take stuff that induces the same effects recreationally. Or at least not as much. Being able to hande the effects, I was allowed to leave.

Wandering around outside afterwards tracking down various ghetto succoths (Sp?) with was perhaps more confusing that it should have been. Everything looked really pretty and endlessly interesting. On the way home it was hard not to stare at people, trees, folded up newspapers, wads of gum, etc. Were not for the fact that I fell into a coma-like sleep for 6 hours as soon as I got home, I could really get used to this.

Irresponsibility!

2005-09-23T21:32:00.000-04:00

Having recently turned 23 again for the third time, the time to get my life in order is rapidly approaching. Fuck it, I choose irresponsibility.

I've gone on a bit of a bender lately, and it's been great channeling a little bit of Courtney Love. It's also been fun regressing and trying drugs I haven't touched in years, albeit in far smaller quantities. I guess that's the same thing. A weekend in Toronto with a gay wedding, drag queens, seeing old friends and generally stomping around and looking scary did wonders for me. The weekend of my birthday was also sweet. Thanks to everyone who came to my boonies-fest, to Jupiter Room and to dance with all the dirty hippies in the park. I was too enmeshed in the party to see if others were having fun at my boonies-fest, but there sure were a lot of people, a lot of booze consumed and, thankfully, no complaints from neighbours.

Ignoring the fact that today consisted of staying out until past sunrise, getting drunk at work and having a cupcake for dinner, I think I am taking some reluctant steps towards responsibility. For example, I'm really getting to like my grown-up job. I'm even learning how to converse (on subjects other than work) with my coworkers who are more than twice my age. I also signed up for the damned mandatory (fuck you, Quebec!) collective insurance today at work. Upon leaving the HR building, I remembered that the research kids were having a party with free pizza and beer and that a few of the more sociable post-docs had invited me. I showed up for the pizza, but it was almost totally inedible. It turns out that that two beers on an empty stomach can be pretty potent. In context, this was late on Friday afternoon anyway and most of those grad students got quite verschnickered. I went back to my office and caught up on work while waiting to sober up enough to drive home. That last part is responsible. Sort of.

A few weeks ago I decided that I will run a half marathon before I turn 23 for the fourth time. I even found a few people to train with. I wonder if this will actually happen. Does anyone in Montreal want to run until your body stops working? It'll be fun!

Flaming Elephant Penises, juggled by unidentified man

2005-08-25T00:11:00.000-04:00

Click on the link in the title to see more blow by blow discriptions of the acts described in The Aristocrats. I just saw it. So goddamn motherfucking good. And delightfully vulgar.
Benjamin, Mark and I seemed to be the only ones laughing. There were not a lot of people in the theatre though. I was the only one who laughed at the line about "we should be less blow-job centric. Look at starfish. They eat each other out all the time. Sure, it takes forever, but they get it done". Maybe it was all in the delivery. Jon Stewart was disappointing. As was Carrot Top showing his ass.

Afterwards I had to call 911. I also got my boob groped in an unrelated incident.

We were sitting around outside and some drunk homeless guys started throwing empty bottles at the road. Obnoxious, but not worth intervening over. Then they started throwing bottles at people, so we felt the need to call in the po-po. They showed up but didn't take anyone in, including the dude who appeared to be cooking up hits. The lack of arrests and brutality allayed some of the guilt about being a tool of the man. Look, I've taken a few too many courses with "anti oppression" in the title to not have a bleeding heart (also, evidently, bleeding stomach lining).

On the way home I helped a middle age blind guy out of the subway. I'm pretty sure he went for the boob by mistake when he was trying to take my arm, so I can easily excuse that. However, when he tried to kiss me as I was saying goodbyeI think that crossed a line. Oh well, at least now when I see him around public transit it will be easy to avoid eye contact.

In conclusion, helping people is for chumps and go see The Aristocrats. According to currentattractions.com, the profanity details are as follows:
C-word(14), F-word(87), A*s(38), Balls(4), C*ck(18), Crap(1), C*m(9), D*ck(9), Hell(1), Jesus(3), N*gger(5), Piss(12), P*ssy(9), Sh*t(69), Tw*t(1)

When did "Jesus" become a swear? Also, how come Ass gets bleeped and Balls doesn't? And shouldn't it be N-word? Or is that not as bad a word as Fuck? And why did Snatch not make the list? Who the fuck decides these things? Also, I wonder who gets to count all the swears and how I would apply for that job.

A whole lotta summer

2005-08-23T23:35:00.000-04:00

Last weekend was great. I crammed a whole summer into it. It included:
- a trip to an exotic locale...ok, just Connecticut. Still, I got to use my passport.
- going to a wedding
-camping (in Fort Dummer, Vermont) right after the wedding and setting up a tent in the dark
-sleeping in a leaking tent in heavy rain
-swimming in lake Champlain with a Uni-Uni minister
-a pic nic on a lovely sandy beach

It took me all summer to get this stuff in, but now all I have left to do is an epic bike trip, run through a sprinkler on a hot day and get a few more breakfasts on a terasse in.

"Your CLSC thanks you for your patience"

2005-08-07T18:48:00.000-04:00

I am currently holding to maintain my call priority. I am being thanked for my patience. I am trying to reach the info santé line and have been on hold for quite some time now. I am trying to be patient and not get frustrated. La la la... I have all the time in the world, this doesn't bother me at all.

I think that all this worrying and stressing out may be catching up with me a bit. So it's time to calm down and just not worry.

Finally! Someone answered the phone after 40 fucking minutes of being on hold. ok, more like 15. And it's fine, because I refuse to get annoyed and stressed out.

I asked the nurse who answered the phone about yesterday's vomiting blood incident. I think it's not that big a deal since it only happened once and after a night of binge drinking (with actual frat boys for authenticity). The nurse agrees. Good. Back to normal then. (OH MY GOD, I HAVE 45 CASES AND ONLY TWO MORE DAYS TO WRAP THEM UP. FUCK FUCKITTY FUCK!AUGHHHH!!!! ).

Still, I think maybe it would be best to consult an actual doctor - if only because I'm a sucker for rectal exams. Ew. Upon further reflection, I feel fine. But no more sangria.

The mystery of the strange pube.

2005-08-05T21:56:00.000-04:00

A few days ago I was cleaning my desk and discovered what looked like a grey pubic hair on it. This puzzled me a great deal, since I had no idea how it could have gotten there.

Hypothesis 1: It fell off of someone and got on my desk
There has been no one with grey hair in my room for several months.

Hypothesis 2: It’s a leg or chest hair, not a pube.
Same problem.

Hypothesis 3: The hair came in through the window.
Possible. But how do pubes become airborne?

Hypothesis 4: It’s one of mine.
Given that I’m in my mid 20’s, I don’t think I’m going grey yet.

Hypothesis 4: Someone’s pubes got into the washing machine then got into my clothes. It then got onto my desk somehow.
I think this might be the most likely.

Hypothesis 5: The elderly sneak into my room while I’m at work and get freaky on my desk.
Your mom and I had a talk about this and she said she’d stop.

Any other ideas?

Canada and mullets and zombies, oh my!

2005-07-05T00:51:00.000-04:00

I had such a busy and touristy weekend. I went to the Old Port twice, saw fireworks twice, saw several acts at the jazz festival, went on one of those ghost tour things (it sucked the bag, big time), had a few picnics in the park to see Vanessa off to Peru. We had no less than 6 different kinds of cheese.

Canada Day celebrations in Montreal's Old Port (read: the really touristy area) are much more subdued than they are in Ottawa. They are also less inebriated. I saw a few guys wearing hockey jerseys and sporting mullets, not to mention a dude drunkenly waving a flag tied to a hockey stick and singing O Canada.

Though watching Pink Floyd reunited on the teevee was odd, the highlight of the weekend was definitely the epic battle between the sword-fighting nerds, and some people who dressed up as zombies to mess with them.

The nerds hang out at Parc Mont-Royal which gets filled with hippies and bongo drums every Sunday (when the weather is decent). They line up on opposite ends of a dusty clearing in the woods and charge each other. They then hit each other with homemade weapons (made of plastic or wrapped in tape to prevent injury) until too many are on the ground and then they get up and do it again. The whole thing just stinks of 40 year old virgin.

A bunch of tatooed Con-U students dressed up like Zombies and waded into the nerd territory. At first the nerds seemed frightened and then very amused. They gleefully hit the zombies with their weapons for about half an hour until the zombies got together and lurched off through the crowds of sunbathers.

On their way out the zombies took on the hippies who were cavorting around in their drum circle. The hippies, to their credit, did not stop just madly beating on their bongos. I watched all this from a hill full of pot-smoking hippies torn between my desire to ask a stranger for drag off their spliff and my wish to kick the owner of the dog that would not stop licking my bag and feet.

Final score:
Zombies - 5
Hippies - 3
Sword-fighting nerds - 1
Mullets - 5

P.S. why were the Canadian hosts of Live8 Dan Akroyd and Tom Green? Don't we have any better celebrities?

Here are the nerds using their plastic weapons to just beating the living shit out of the zombies who are lying on the ground.

(thanks to Benjamin,from whom who I once again shamelessly stole pictures )

2005-07-05T00:50:00.000-04:00

Zombies unite!

How YOU doin'?

2005-06-30T15:06:00.000-04:00

This is Tara (left), me (three sheets to the wind and in the middle) and Rory (right) late into the night at the reception (see previous post).
I've got my "I've had a bit too much to drink" grin on.

Oh, the job interview went better than I thought. I was extremely hungover, but that's better than being violently ill from the chickpeas. I later heard that I came off as confident and articulate. I guess feeling really nauseous gets rid of those usual job-interview-jitters. I was offered the post the next day and started the day after that. Whoooooo! Employment!

I'm not bulimic or an alcoholic. I do this for medical reasons

2005-06-20T23:41:00.000-04:00

I got an interview at the hospital I interned at!!!! It's to work as a case manager temporarily replacing a social worker who's on leave.

Yesterday my friends Ali and Jim got married. Mazel Tov! It was a lovely outdoor ceremony in Joliette, QC and they both looked radiant. Since Ali has been a strict vegan for many years, all the food at the reception was free of dairy, eggs and meat.
I have a rather severe allergy to chick peas, but she assured me the dinner would be fine.
Not thinking, I grabbed a canape when one was offered and ate it. I realized just a little bit too late that it had hummus on it.

The last time I had chick peas I was violently ill for about 48 hours. Since the job interview was the next morning, being sick was not an option. Carefully weighing the pros and cons, I elected to go yak it all out in the bathroom. So, dressed to the nines and crying, I eventually got rid of most of the chickpea badness.

I remember hearing that if you drink methanol the treatment is to have your stomach pumped and drink ethanol so you don't metabolize it. I don't know if it's actually true, but since there was an open bar, I thought I'd check it out, in the name of science. I proceeded to get kacked. Drinking on an extremely empty stomach meant I got sloppy quite quickly. I tried explaining to people that I was pounding back the booze to flush out the hummus, but some didn't seem too convinced. I don't remember embarassing myself too badly - just having a LOT of fun dancing and feeling pretty footloose and fancy free. Then going for a few more technicolour yawns.

This morning I was hungover, but not sick, so I guess it worked.
The job interview didn't go too well as a result. I had to ask them to repeat the questions quite a few times. I found out later today at our goodbye BBQ thing that four different case managers all called the head of the department and put in the good word for me. If I get the job it starts in a few days. Fingers crossed! Now I FINALLY get to sleep.

bucketisms

2005-06-17T01:18:00.000-04:00

Tomorrow is my very last day at the hpspital for my internship. I've said goodbye to all my clients and wrapped up most of the paperwork. I miss it already but have applied to a ton of jobs there, so maybe they'll actually hire me for one sometime.

There's this guy who is always on the grounds who is the absolute greatest. Since he's not one of my clients and i don't even know his name i think i can write about him without breaking all those confidentiality rules that we spent a week learning.

He carries a bucket around (it's empty, I checked) and wears rubber boots at all times. He must be a classically trained actor because he has excellent enunciation and can really project.

He walks in circles around the building I work in and announces various things. Vanessa, my partner in crime and half of SteakShape (the next big thing, just wait for our new single to be released) and I think they're great, so we compiled a list. Imagine these being SHOUTED repeatedly and at random.

$9.99 is not ten dollars!

The sweltering heat! The bitter cold!

A boy in a man's world!

It's 54 degrees today in Mexico. That's very hot. (it was actually that hot that day. Dude reads the news.)

I had one directed to me. I had my knapsac on and was walking into work and he gave me my very own bucketism. He yelled "good student! go study!" I later also got "good student, study hard!"

This one is my absolute favourite. Call me and I'll shout it to you over the phone, the way its meant to be done.

The Greek girl beat me at arm wrestling

The Greek girl!
The Greek girl beat me at arm wrestling

I was HUMILIATED
Beaten - by a woman!
Beaten- by a girl.

A few months ago he shouted to me that I should play the lottery, since he won $20 and the tickets only cost $2.

I haven't seen him around in a long time. I hope they haven't medicated away his bucketisms.

Easiest $70 I ever made

2005-05-24T23:38:00.000-04:00

Whoa - I made $70 today just by lying on my back and not moving! I even got to lie back and think of England.

I was doing an MRI (magnetic resonance imaging) study. I had to keep perfectly still for 2 hours while magnets loudly whirled around my head inside a very claustrophobia-inducing machine that looks like this:

There were some computer tasks to do, for which they mounted a mirror in front of my head and fed a keypad into the machine. For other parts I just had to lie very still. It wasn't so bad, since I think I fell asleep during one of those. While this was a great way to make a quick buck, it's sad that people who need MRI's done for brain tumors and aneurysms and the like have to wait several months. "Canadian universal health care" I can think of at least two things wrong with that phrase.

I'm told I'll be e-mailed a picture of my brain sometime soon. Fuckin' A.

"Blessed are those who can laugh at themselves, for they will never cease to be amused"

2005-05-19T00:54:00.000-04:00

It turns out that the human body does actually require sleep. I would like to know why mine has stopped responding to this need. The results have been pretty funny. I thought it wasn't even affecting me until yesterday when I:

Left in the morning without shoes on (and took about a minute to notice)
Later, after about 6 shots of yummy espresso served by a yummy boy, I left my place to drop off a plant, without actually taking the plant with me.
Upon realizing this I went back inside my apartment building to get the plant and tried to take the elevator to the appropriate floor.
Despite pushing the button for the fourth floor, I followed some lady off the elevator on the third floor.
Walked into the wrong apartment. It's the one right below me and it seems that they too leave their door unlocked. I figured it out before anyone in there noticed.
After having dropped off the plant and taken forever to pick a place to eat (sorry 'bout that) I got on the wrong metro line on my way home.

Tomorrow I hand in my application for the job at the memory clinic of the psych hospital. If I get that job I will have far too much in common with my clients. I'm going to give myself an hour to try to fall asleep. If it doesn't work I'm just going to have to smoke a bowl, though that might not do much for the short term memory problems.