Long Time No See

Greetings!

Most of my work has been accomplished, so all is well. Tomorrow I pick up the mysterious package that has been delivered (according to the pink slip in my box today) three separate times. I've never heard any knocks, but this might be because the set redelivery time is before I'm up in the mornings. Or while I'm, at school. In any case, if you've mailed me a package, and I haven't said anything about it, that is why. I haven't gotten it. But I might get there in time tomorrow.

Tonight, I went to one of the pubs here in town. Or rather, a brewery. A few of the people in the writing workshop make it a weekly habit to go find food after class on Monday, and the Hub Cab Brewery was the choice of the week. So I joined them for dinner, and just got back in. Surprisingly, very few of the people who go on these jaunts drink. So we had a rather low-key conversation, when compared to some of the yelling matches to either side.

Oh, the couple upstairs is fighting again. Right now, as I type this, in fact. He said something rude that I couldn't here, and she's yelling at him about it not being funny. The door just slammed, and one of them stomped down the stairs. I hope whichever it is gets on the cell phone and bitches about the other. That's always fun to hear. One of these nights, I'm going to "innocently" walk out to check mail during one of these fights, and casually remark that they sure do seem to argue a lot.

I don't like the guy at all. His name is John, and he smokes. I know his name because she yells at him all the time. I know he smokes, because he threw a lit cigarette at me a few days ago as I walked toward him on the sidewalk. I don't recall changing my facial expression, but he went from "hip swagger" to "Oh God, sorry" in zero seconds. Thanks Mom. He's a kind of unkempt man, tall and stocky, with clothes that need replacing. Real junky T-shirts and jeans with holes. He muttered under his breath as I passed him that he'd "have been sorrier if he'd hit me." I'll say.

In any case, I'm on pretty good terms with the nag he sleeps with. She works security somewhere, and has a nice blue uniform. But she's not so great herself. At least she doesn't do rude things to strangers.

Well, the cat had an episode today. She found the plastic bag, and crawled inside. This wasn't a problem. Whatever amuses her. Then she spooked (cats do that for the oddest reasons), and tried to get out. Her head and one of her legs got through a handle, but the rest of her didn't. Then she really spooked. Ran like a crazed thing all through the house, to all her safe spots. She ran under the bathroom counter several times, into the shower, into the kitchen, under the futon, on the futon, and finally under the desk. By this time, I'd been all those places too, only not fast enough to meet her there. I reached under the desk and gently unhooked her. She didn't come out for nearly an hour. Poor thing. She still flinches at every little noise, and it's been nearly five hours.

Oh well. Manuscript is in, I now know how to print labels, and all that's left is a Feminism paper due tomorrow. I'll do it in the morning, because I'm awfully tired right now. All that smoke in the brewery made my eyes itchy. I feel like bathing.

Well, I know that's sketchy, but at least it's there. Eh?

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