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I spent one hour and forty-eight minutes on the phone with Dell tonight. I was attempting to resolve the issues Anna is having with her laptop. Dell is now apparently sending me a new AC adapter and install cds to redo the whole computer. I hope it works. But of course, if it doesn't then it is a hardware issue, which means Dell should replace the whole computer.
Crossword clue: Storm Track, four letters PA_H. Daulton guessed every letter in the alphabet except T.
I'm really in the mood for extra brutal music this evening. I'm not sure why.
We took Daisy for a walk today. She got to meet Sassy, Sara's dog. Sassy terrified Daisy. She took turns hiding between Anna's and my legs. On our walk, we also discovered that the field behind the Salvation Army is filled with strawberries.
Dark blue.
Sarah stopped by with some dishes she had found upon moving into her new apartment. I was napping when she knocked on the door, and it nearly made me poop myself. She didn't stay long, but Anna made sure that she said "hi" to Daisy.
Seriously, someone invent some heavier music. I'm in the mood right now.
My head itches.
Bobbie came by again today. She pretty much stops by everyday, either to ask for quarters or to tell me every detail of her life. Today she did both. She wanted change for a twenty and to tell me that she was waiting for Kroger to deliver her medication. She didn't want to wait outside "on account of whatchacallit out there smoking and cussin'." This led to her sitting in the office for twenty or so minutes, jumping around from complaining about Katie touching her laundry and smoking to her dad's three marriages and her mother's relationship with her stepbrother. I don't want to give everything away because I won't have anything to say when it comes her turn to be examined. Nevertheless, she's out of her mind.
Chief continues to beg at the table. Anna continues to succumb to his pleas. He will never ever stop.
Della also came by for quarters today. She only wanted two dollars worth.
Velma came by after office hours yesterday to tell me the light was out above her stove. I told her I'd come by today to fix it. I kept my word because that's the kind of man I am. I also changed the light about our stove while I was at it.
After Sarah had come into the apartment there was another knock on the door, and Sarah said, "Oh yeah, I'm supposed to tell you that someone left a door open." I was confused and opened the door to find Mildred there. Mildred asked me if "that little girl told me about the door being left open." I guess someone propped an entrance door. I told her I would go check on it, but when I got out there the door was already closed.
Apartment 113: Anna and Geoffrey
Geoffrey is the most ridiculously good looking man you will ever see. The phrase "talk, dark, and handsome" was conceived simply so it could describe him. He has one of those ageless faces, where it is impossible to tell if he is twenty or two-hundred. Essentially, he is an elf (apparently he is also a nerd). Anna is the most adorable thing on earth. If it were possible, she might be the only thing to outshine Geoffrey beauty and grace. Unfortunately, she appears to be twelve years old, and this makes Geoffrey seem infinitely creepy. Inside the mystical halls of their abode dwell a smelly dog, two outrageously handsome (if a bit rotten) cats, one overly excitable guinea pig, and three rather aggressive fish. Geoffrey enjoys cooking things, and the smells emanating from their palace have been known to bring passerby to their knees in delight. Anna sings with the angels, though lately she seems more interested in playing piano for them. The staggering genius of these two masterpieces of creation combine to form a force so powerful that it is a wonder the universe does not collapse in on itself. You wish you knew such astounding and attractive people.