Sigh.

I really shouldn't know the courtesy officer's pager number by heart. I really shouldn't. But it has been a blessing to me for many nights now. I appreciate that the nights are lovely this time of year. Even into three am, it does not get cold, and the patio is there to be enjoyed, after all. But when you're piping music from the apartment to the patio so your three loud friends can have a proper party out back, it's a little much. They wouldn't bother me if they had these little parties indoors, or maybe just sat out on the patio and chilled. But this outdoor party that might as well be right outside my bedroom window is not a good thing. Thankfully, there is a courtesy officer. Every time I call to complain about the folks upstairs, he gets there after they've left the apartment. But when I complain about the noisemakers across the way, he's always prompt. Oh well. I'll take what I can get.

Well, I have made significant progress on my own patio. I've dismantled the shelving unit and reassembled it in the shed area, so now I have a two shelf planter where there was a towering, box-bearing unit. The leaves are gone, the perimiter has been Raided, and I've fixed the screen door. Now I can begin to furnish it. Rest assured, gentle apartment complex, that I will not be listening to loud music and yelling out there.

That's about it for now. I'm going to watch Finding Nemo, and then continue on my thesis. I've had to redo the outline for that, and so I wrote it in a prose form. Now there's more detailed intrigue and crap, and I have some political background that will help set up the premis. Next step is a map. I'll spend this evening doing that, and defining the locations of certain cities and battlegrounds... and the gates, of course. Detailed mapping is not much fun for me, but it makes the story writing easier. I don't have to sit there and try to remember if the character would actually go north to reach his destination, or if that was actually toward the east... Oh well. On to Nemo.

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