Stamford

It seems that bed bugs have become a serious epidemic here in the Big Apple. The big Nike store closed, along with an Abercrombie & Fitch and Hollister. Now where am I going to shop!? Even Former President Bill Clinton reports an infestation in his Harlem office. My biggest problem is that they're the size of apple seeds. If they were nearly invisible, I'd be more at ease. I just don't want to wake up and see the facial expression on a bug while it eats my flesh.

Our bathroom is arranged in such a way where tenants entering the building can see directly inside, exposing us while we shower. The other day, I was washing my hair and I literally met eyes with a person outside. I considered saying something like, "Hey there neighbor! Nice day huh? How does my junk look from your end?" Our incomprehensible super Rafael can often be found standing outside where we're exposed. And if I had to choose one person to watch me shower, it'd be the super.

I had my interview with NBC in Stamford, CT. It turns out the job is part-time, where I can expect 20 hours a week, yet I'll be paid for my commute time. My day would start at Penn Station, where a shuttle service brings audience members to and from Stamford. I would help that whole thing happen, acting as a concierge, then go to the studio and assist the production. It's an interesting gig, but it depends on how much they'll pay me. I should know about the job within the next two weeks.

Greenbean and Moe played at the New York Film Academy cafe. They played for tips only, but a student film crew was using them for a project, and the barrier created by the crew and equipment made it nearly impossible to collect any tips. Tonight I'll be attending a soiree, and tomorrow I'll hit the Atlantic Antic street fair in Brooklyn. I don't know what to expect, but I'll be reporting on it afterwards.