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To: Gauguin who wrote (16299)	1/8/1999 2:07:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

I was wondering why I haven't gotten this check I'm expecting. It should be on this pile on the end of my desk; that's where it should be, if I have it. It's getting pretty late in the month. I think. It's like the tenth, isn't it? Pearl Harbor? It's usually here. Is there some problem? Maybe she's getting ready to move? Did I piss her off somehow? Well, not that there aren't lots of "hows". I mean, crap. "Landlord." Yah, right. You know those BAD landlords? Exactly how would I differentiate myself to the judge? And she's such a sweet and beautiful girl. That's why the thing is always here. Always. But I still haven't gotten it. Where would it be? In the mail? It only takes a day. That wouldn't be very long. In the mailbox? The mailbox? The mail-box? Down by the street? There? Oh! Uh oh. Sheee-it. Better not let Mary Jane see. Probably getting all wet mail again. Stuffled. Stuffed, all wet, and funneling in more, clear to the bottom. Puffed and stuffed and swollen, with mushrooms on the end. Better just unscrew the box and bring it in. Put it under a bigger box on the heater vent, ASAP, with a few hours before she gets home. Or in the oven, with the door open. No; better not do that. Something could go wrong, there. Like smoke, Smokey. (That's what my techie is calling me now, after I admitted the mattress incident.) She thinks I get the mail. That's funny. I mean, it would be funny, if this wasn't serious. She thinks I "get" the mail. I DO get some of it. That check is the all-wet-mail alarm. Thank goodness for a distant, distant, clanger. How long has it been clanging? Better go see. Would have to get dressed first. And shower first to do that. It's not raining now, it can probably wait. How does it look outside? The first thing is to know there's a problem, and we've discovered that now, so that's quite a bit. For today. For one day. Time for a little laurel-rest.