week under water

again, i thought i wasn't going to blog anymore. and again, here i am writing.
i smell like chlorine.
i have met a lot of new friends this week. some are short and some are even shorter. one is a hispanic woman in her fifties with bright red hair and seven sons. one is a man who lives from paycheck to paycheck who likes to tell drunk neighbor stories and enjoys burping. one is a woman who compares dating to reading (but i am not completely sure why) and she has a tattoo of waves around her thigh and likes to tell stories about her psychotic ex-girlfriends. one is a tall, young, asian man who walks out with me every night and shows me the bamboo growing outside the building and we fight over the time sheet and watch out for flying tennis balls. there are others. the girls at the front desk who smile and yawn and smile some more. the girls who lifeguard and complain about being hot. and then, once again, there are my short friends and my even shorter friends, all of whom complain about being cold.
i have spent over thirty hours in water this week.
did i mention how i smell like chlorine?