Got woken up around 10:30 or so by the bitch upstairs having a fight with the Pestilient Boyfriend. "I'll smack you! I'll smack you!" My biggest regret is not getting up to close the front door and locking his pansy ass out -- since of course he had to come nancing back up five minutes later.

She's due out in a week. I'm seriously hoping that she stays too long, and my landlord has to call in the police to haul her ass out. Maybe if she left all sort of crap behind, it's considered abandoned and becomes the property of the landlord. Maybe I could buy it cheap!

I think that just used up my optimist quota for the year.

I have come to the conclusion that I must round up everyone I know and get them to move to and live in one central place. I'm inherently a physically affectionate sort of person -- but there aren't many people around here that I actually have the option of exercising that with. I need massive snuggling!

Well, once tigerphoenix gets here, that'll help me burn off some of my snuggle-debt. Until then, I'll survive somehow. Though work isn't going to help -- 11 hour day scheduled tomorrow.

Uragh.

Why me, God?! Why always me?!
--Vash the Stampede