Yesterday, complained to the landlady about the smoke in my room every god damn day for the past six+ months. She asked me who is doing it. I say I don't know. Then she just stands there like a god damn post for over half an hour. I stand there with her, in silence, until her husband comes home, tells me off in Chinese, and they leave. I continue to stand in the hall for a while, still waiting for her answer to my questions, until I get too hungry. I go upstairs to fix dinner, then start swatting my bed, which has smoke in it, especially the mattress, which has a lot. Next thing I know a flashlight is in my face. It's the police. The landlady called them. They ask me if I called them, and ask me to let them in. The landlady gets there first. One of them speaks with her in Chinese. Then they talk to me. They say I need evidence of someone breaking into my room, and suggest I install a video surveillance system and buy an air cleaner. They leave.

This morning, went to Socialist event. Had the usual discussion. They have too many issues already to deal with mental health issues. They don't want to hear about decision analysis. They have incoherent preferences and they like them that way. Having coherent preferences is capitalist ideology, they say. They call incoherent preferences "nonlinear thinking". They say coherence of preferences are the root of all our problems. They can't muster any evidence to support their position. I tell them about BC Hydro in British Columbia. They ignore it. I come away feeling disaffected. Not particularly surprised, but not feeling good about seeing them again.

I mention the one economic issue: that low income is a symptom of schizophrenia! That's got to be the biggest laugh. Because of my political choices, i.e. not wanting to work for large multinational corporations or the military, I am classified as crazy. How predictable. T. asks about anagnosia. I say that I want freedom from forced medication, from people doing mean (i.e. deliberately deceptive) things in order to show me that I have a disorder "for my own good," etc. The room fills with tobacco smoke, though no one there is smoking. I feel the sharp pin-pricks in my legs. No one mentions it, and I am afraid to ask. I want freedom from my work being sabotaged. No one wants to touch any of it.

I get on the train to go to the gym. There are people in front of me and people in back. We are all very close to the door, all walking towards it. We are boarding quickly, in the normal fashion, and the driver closes the door on me. I ask him why he did this, and he gives me some bullshit about not being sure whether people are trying to get on or not. I call him on it, and he tells me to go to hell. I say I will gladly do so, and I will see him there when I go. He says, "Oh no you won't!" and right then and there I know I have another fucking Christian asshole on my hands, so I ream him out about it. I stare at him after I get off until he leaves. I didn't mention that the train is full of tobacco smoke.

I am at Kinko's, now, and there is smoke here, too.