If you’ve ever tried to scan my 14-year archives (gah), you get the error message in the title of this post.
I think I need it emblazoned on a T-Shirt today.
Up all night thanks to screaming neighbors upstairs. I called the cops at 11:30 p.m.
They came. And went.
The neighbors stood outside and screamed at them for a half-hour, browbeating them into revealing who the “anonymous caller” is who brought them there.
They caved. I’m toast. They will find me. They guaranteed it.
You know, instead of SHUTTING THE FUCK UP and acknowledging you’re in a nice fucking building full of people who don’t need to hear your domestic violence.
They went right back to screaming and throwing shit till well into the wee hours of the night.
This is a huge day in my world. Not for any good reasons. I’m about to catch an absolute avalanche of stuff. And now that the crackheads have finally fallen asleep, I don’t know how to stay awake to do it all.
Glad I worked late last night. Not that I could come home and relax. But at least I got one “today” project done in advance.
Now if only I could stay awake long enough to do the rest.