We had dueling parties last night! The idiots upstairs were having a party in which drunken people fell up the stairs and made all the noise in the known universe, and the idiots next door had another drum circle! Oh, it was totally awesome and in no way utterly confounding that people can have that little a clue about the whole “living in an apartment” thing. Luckily, most of the noise quieted down around midnight which was good because Ed started to get belligerent and wanted to kick some rich kid ass (we’re pretty sure the penthouse upstairs is paid for by the mommy of one of the drunk kids; they got the apartment because she was the one who viewed it and filled out the application and also the landlord was desperate to rent it). I immediately protested, because he never lets ME throw down and start fights in the hallway, but he brushed me off with some lame excuse about my being a delicate flower. Piffle, I say. Piffle and a kick to the nuts.

Last night Ed, Josh and I collectively lost whatever cool we had remaining after it was discovered that we spent much of the evening in a Laundromat doing 10 loads of carefully sorted laundry while discussing the pros and cons of various vacuum cleaner styles. We are losers. It’s a shame really, because I used to enjoy being cool. I suppose I will just hang up my video games for good, and take up window staring and drooling.

Tonight there will be alcohol, car parts, paycheques, scoldings, meatballs, bad drivers, and ‘nee. None of the above is important except for ‘nee and perhaps the paycheque. Yay!