How embarrassing for me: I was trying for Cleopatra as played by Elizabeth Taylor, but ended up with Cleopatra as historically accurate. Sexy time fail!

At 2am, our neighbourhood was apparently swarmed by small children from the Dominican Republic. They were having a rambunctious Stick and Tire Race, with the finish line being our driver side car door. The game came to an abrupt end when our alarm went off, and the children – undoubtedly led by Aquaman – scattered into the dark night; their playthings cast aside in their haste to escape.

In normal words, someone was bored last night and rolled a tire into our car door. It didn’t dent, but it left a nasty mark and that was able to mostly scrub out, but it’ll take some work to get out the remainder. Yes, it could be a lot worse – but it really fucking sucks that it happened at all. Ed woke up in a bad mood as it is, and this just made things a whole lot crappier. He’s making noise about wanting to give up on the neighbourhood and just move, which fills me with a bit of dread – I *like* our apartment. I *like* living with Josh and Shan so close by. I don’t really want to move; I have a lot of stuff. Hopefully things will be better this evening – it’s Fake Friday, and it’s too nice outside to be angry at Aquaman (even if he IS a fucking dick).

Today is the day my iPhone issues are supposed to be resolved. Rogers is currently calling around to find me a phone, which is nice – but the bigger issue is the whole “you can switch for free, honest!” thing. I’ll let you know how it all goes down. I’m still hoping for a peaceful and inexpensive resolution, but just in case, I have a switchblade that turns into a comb stuffed into my boot.