So rotten eggs aren't vegan, and you are too chicken to shit back there. Make a stink bomb. Â Take some ammonia and match stick heads, put em in a jar you can seal tight, let it sit for a few days.
I'm trying to think of a good (delayed) release mechanism. As with any other criminal act, avoid leaving finger prints. I wish we could hang out, cause I'm pretty good at this stuff.
My new place is really close to some train tracks. Close as in I can read the train cars if I look out my window. The trains don't bother me. I also live above a bar, a very popular bar that is frequented by the grossest people in the county, I think. The bar bothers me. Its patrons like to gather out in the back all night long and talk and fight and litter and a bunch of other annoying things that you can imagine. My first day here I was hoping that the trains going by would make them go inside and talk. Well, it doesn't work that way. They just talk louder instead. Now I hope for rain and cold weather. Or for someone brave enough to come throw things out of my window.
I'm tired. I wish I could get to sleep. At least I don't have to be at work in the morning, right?
Work was exhausting today. I spent no more than ten minutes at my desk, which means I was in meetings and such all day. Meetings are always exhausting, whether you're just sitting there listening or leading.
I got back to my desk at 5:02 and had four missed calls from Kory. One of the dogs pooped and threw up all over the bathroom. I had to take him to go get a hose from the old house. He left his keys in my car, so I had to go back and drop those off along with some carpet shampoo. I didn't know, but I was also supposed to bring the dog gate, so I drove back to my place to get that. It was somehow stressful even though I didn't have to clean up poop.
Mouse is eating her dinner in the hallway for some reason. When she's finished eating she always comes over to me so I can ask her if she's finished and tell her what a good girl she is. And then she usually burps in my face.
I'm lying on the couch, typing this on on my phone and hoping my headache will go away. Maybe someday soon I'll get the Internet. (The iPhone capitalized that for me.)
Off to read and spend more time with The Miz.
