Sleep Deprivation…

In my ongoing battle against my landlord and bedbugs, who as far as I am concerned are no different in that they are both uncaring unfeeling greedy little bloodsuckers, I can now claim sleep deprivation.

“But 40 year old magpie,” you ask, “how can you tell?”

Simple. I’m on the verge of tears when talking to my lawyer about this. I only cry when I”m either extremely upset or very tired.

They did what passes for them as “extermination” one week ago. Listen, Charlie, a certification in the handling of poisons used for the eradication of vermin does not mean you are expert at eradicating them. Quite the contrary. I had to point out an area for you to spray, you moved nothing than a foam seat a bit away from a wall, sprayed the cat toy and blanket when you sprayed by the radiator, you sprayed my cat’s food rather than be bothered to ask me to move them,I asked you to stop so I could move them. You failed to spray the entire living/sleeping area of my studio. Oh, wait, that would have required you to actually know what the fuck you were doing. A professional would have taken 4 – 6 hours to exterminate.You took a total of perhaps 30 minutes with a “water-based” pesticide that didn’t do shit for eradicating the little parasites from the sofabed, let alone the the apartment. Oh, I’m sure you believe they are gone, and that no one ever complained to you before.

Oh, and thanks for telling me you had no intention of honoring the Stip. Makes my case to the Judge when we go back to L/T Court that much easier.