There is a new tenant in the apartment next to mine, now that the apparently litigious pseudo-doctor and his dog broke his lease and moved out. She came over the other day and asked to borrow a drill and some bits, I think I came off as a dick or something. I just assume that because I felt completely natural as I was speaking to her. Anyway she puts flowerpots on her doorsteps and I think I'll be finding less dogshit in front of my walkway, so either way... upgrade!
I have been in the mood to get loaded lately, perhaps piss drunk, likely liquored up, thinking...3 sheets to the wind. I need to clean out my fridge of all my beer in there, there's a lot of questionable beer, not of questionable taste but of it may taste questionable due to the prolonged loss of power I had for the hurricane and so forth. I'm going to brave the elements and be a pioneer, stand alone on the precipice of uncertainty, walk the parapet like a soldier and stare down the ridiculous notion that I'm better off tossing that shit in the trashcan.