Aw fuck, those dickweeds next door to me, where Wilda used to live, had a big, physical fight and I can hear someone crying. And I'm pretty sure that they abuse they dog. They also play their stereo loud sometimes. Carrie in the office asked me once if I hear anything from them and I said no, because at the time I hadn't. The floorplan of these apartments has the living room and bedroom toward the outside of the building on either side, with the walk-in closet, bathroom, and kitchen against the wall, and the floorplan is mirrored. So, the living spaces have a substantial buffer, see what I mean? The unfortunates who live downstairs from the dickweeds have no such buffer, and they've been complaining for a while. Anyway, I'll go to the office and speak to Carrie, to say, yes, I do hear them, in case they need ammunition. I'm more concerned for the dog than for anybody else, but I'm not sure what can be done about that. Based on my past experiences, any intervention of mine, however well-meant, is pathetic and ineffective.
I've still got the trots, which is how I heard the dickweeds, 'cause I was camped out on the loo. This is getting old, five days now, and tomorrow I have a test at school. I think I see Immodium in my near future. If I can make it to the store and back long enough to buy it.
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Peep didn't hold a grudge yesterday and came up to me for brushing and loving. :-)
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