Paper Cuts are Horrible

I have a papercut on the end of my thumb. I might die.
I got the papercut when I reached inside an envelope from Dell, containing all the install cds for Anna's computer.
When I first got into the office, Bobbie came by and asked if she could place a vase full of horrible fake flowers in my office window. Obviously, I said she could. So there is now a hideous vase of flowers sitting on the window sill in my office.
Daulton showed up today. Apparently, he was having a psych evaluation yesterday. He said he didn't want to talk about it.
Daulton met one of Alice's grandsons today. They were trading stories about spending time in jail. I don't have a good feeling about this.
I made grilled cheeses for lunch. While I was eating my grilled cheese, there was a knock on the door. One of Alice's other relatives wanted me to know that George had lost his cane. Roughly two minutes later, there was another knock on the door. George wanted me to know that he had lost his cane. I finished my sandwich and then went to look for his cane. I didn't find it. I hope he did. I hope Daulton didn't take it.
Anna is really cute.
I went to Wal-Mart tonight. I got things like paper towels and tissues and bandaids to go with the milk and chicken and other food related things. I should start bringing a camera and taking pictures so I can submit them to that peopleofwalmart website.
While at Wal-Mart, I decided to solve a mystery that has plagued me for years. I wanted to know what the difference was between the chocolate chip cookie recipes on the backs of Tollhouse chocolate chips and Hershey's chocolate chips. The answer is a half teaspoon of salt. There is a whole teaspoon in the Tollhouse recipe and a half in the Hershey recipe. I guess that's enough for Hershey to not infringe on Nestle's rights.
The Rockies are depressing me to no end. They had better start winning, or they will find themselves wasting a great season.
I like to listen to my mp3 player while I'm grocery shopping. Sadly, my earphones like to fall out of my ears. I lead a horrible life.
I really need to take a shower.
I'm not wearing underwear.
Anna's friend Melissa is coming by tomorrow and bringing her puppy. I guess it will be Daisy's first puppy-play-date.
I am so so so excited to Project 86 in October. You have no idea.
I occurred to me the other day that 2007 was the best year ever (extending back to the fall of 2006). 06-07 was the best school year ever with the best people ever (shout out to the ladies of D10), we got married that summer, we had our first apartment, Bush was still president, and the Rockies went to the World Series. I guess it's just all downhill from there.
Chief is attacking me at the moment. His paws are wet. I have a feeling he's been in the toilet again.
My lower right back itches.
Maybe Anna will scratch my back for me. Probably not though. I think I repell her.
Anyone want to come scratch my back for me?
Apartment 115: Alice
You've heard about Alice because you've heard about her kids. Alice herself is in her sixties with short brown hair. She's very nice. She's brought me cookies before. Unfortunately, her entire family seems to live in her little one bedroom apartment. During Daulton's conversation with her grandson, I overheard him saying that he lived with her because he got kicked out of his aunt's house. At least one of her sons lives there. There are several other people whose relationships to her I haven't quite established, who are also there all the time. Both of her sons look the same, with the same long blond pony-tail. They only way I can tell them apart is that one is a good deal bigger than the other. Other residents have come and told me that Alice ends up begging off of them towards the end of the month, because her entire social security check has gone to her kids. I was also told that Alice's kids will get a job, only to go for a week or two, just long enough to get paid once and then leave. I couldn't even picture such a thing being true until I heard one of her granddaughters complaining about how she hadn't been paid yet, so she'd have to go back to work one more day to be able to get a check. Alice's sons don't creep me out like Pat's son, but her granddaughters look like they are on meth. They might be. Once again, I have heard stories that the police have had to have been called on them for fighting and such around the building. I can't verify any of this because I haven't seen it myself. I do know that none of them are up to any good. It makes me sad for Alice because as I said before, she's been very sweet to me. Though I do wonder if she is being sweet because she doesn't want me to create trouble over her family staying with her. I would if I could, but as I've said before, how do I prove in any meaningful way that they live there?