Thursday, March 20, 2008

Welcome Home

  • My upstairs neighbor is playing some sort of flute-and-gong meditation music, loudly.

  • There is a horde of Indian children on Razor scooters terrorizing the apartment complex, and they're all afraid of my dogs.

  • While we were walking just now, Franklin bit a duck in the neck.

It's times like this I wish I lived somewhere else.

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