Last night it was so deliciously warm that I threw open both of the bedroom windows to let the sweet night air in, knowing that it won’t be long until the night air gets seriously more bitey.
It was great and I slept the sleep of the just except then I had a nightmare during which a friend of mine was trying to make me do a certain drug and I was OF COURSE staunchly having none of it, but that didn’t stop me from having a totally psychosomatically runny nose all day. My body is such a poser.
Perhaps one reason for having such a messed up dream was that I was simultaneously being awoken by the sound of chainsaws RIGHT OUTSIDE MY OPEN WINDOWS. My neighbors, who are clearly upset by how the spiffy new doors and awesome fresh paint job on my house put their wussy little ranch house TO SHAME YOU LOSERS, have decided to up the ante and replace the fence that borders our properties.
Some people are so competetive!
Apparently, the best practices method these days for removing an old wooden fence that is falling down so shabbily that a five-year-old could wrench the posts out of the ground and play pick up sticks with the cross bars, is to use a huge enormous and also VERY LOUD chainsaw.
I missed this memo from the Hunky Yardworkers Association of America. I wonder if they have my new email address. It’s about time for the new Hunky Yardworker calendar to come out.
So anyway my morning was loud, nightmarish, and fake-guilt-inducing. This is why I was forced — FORCED — to buy myself some high-octane jet fuel coffee at the coffee shop on the way in to work, even though I am supposed to be saving money for something. I forget what.
Do they let you get an MBA even if your checking account is overdrawn?