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The weird continues...
Aug. 17th, 2010 05:07 pmOk... things are getting more and more weird around here.
One of my neighbours just asked me if I'd noticed that B's name had been peeled off the mailbox (I should know, I peeled it off myself). I find it strange that he would notice a detail like that, but not realize that we've been hauling boxes and furniture out all weekend. Oh well. Kind of him to make me aware of it. He's a nice guy. A little dotty, but nice.
Speaking of nice neighbours, the couple with the not-quite-as-abusive-as-I-thought daddy have also divorced. Not easy to tell, though, since he had practically nothing to take with him. Apparently he was a cheap bastard who only ever cashed out for the TV and his clothes. Now that's what I call an easy break.
And finally, it seems one of our baby monitors have vanished. Really quite annoying, since those things are expensive as hell... I really hope it fell into one of B's boxes or bags. I'd hate to go buy new ones.
Other than that, things are surprisingly easy. The only real reaction I've had so far is that I'm quite a bit more hungry and tired. I guess the emotional drain manifests itself as physical needs. Oh well. Nothing a few naps and late night snacks won't fix.
Writing has ground to a complete halt, though. I'm sure it'll come back as soon as I start feeling more comfortable in this new world, but bummer. :o(
Just to end this post on a random note, I'd like to express my disgust for whoever the parent was who let a 10-year old girl I saw the other day wear pumps. Growing feet DO NOT LIKE HEELS! *shake fist*
**Quick update** Dead apartment downstairs not dead anymore. Guy moved in today. Young. Dishy. Umf. Methinks there will be ogling. M'yes.
One of my neighbours just asked me if I'd noticed that B's name had been peeled off the mailbox (I should know, I peeled it off myself). I find it strange that he would notice a detail like that, but not realize that we've been hauling boxes and furniture out all weekend. Oh well. Kind of him to make me aware of it. He's a nice guy. A little dotty, but nice.
Speaking of nice neighbours, the couple with the not-quite-as-abusive-as-I-thought daddy have also divorced. Not easy to tell, though, since he had practically nothing to take with him. Apparently he was a cheap bastard who only ever cashed out for the TV and his clothes. Now that's what I call an easy break.
And finally, it seems one of our baby monitors have vanished. Really quite annoying, since those things are expensive as hell... I really hope it fell into one of B's boxes or bags. I'd hate to go buy new ones.
Other than that, things are surprisingly easy. The only real reaction I've had so far is that I'm quite a bit more hungry and tired. I guess the emotional drain manifests itself as physical needs. Oh well. Nothing a few naps and late night snacks won't fix.
Writing has ground to a complete halt, though. I'm sure it'll come back as soon as I start feeling more comfortable in this new world, but bummer. :o(
Just to end this post on a random note, I'd like to express my disgust for whoever the parent was who let a 10-year old girl I saw the other day wear pumps. Growing feet DO NOT LIKE HEELS! *shake fist*
**Quick update** Dead apartment downstairs not dead anymore. Guy moved in today. Young. Dishy. Umf. Methinks there will be ogling. M'yes.
