Out of Order

Anna and I were jolted out of sleep at about 6 a.m. on Tuesday morning by the sound of frantic violent knocking on our door. I scrambled for some clothes and rushed to the door. I glanced through the peephole and saw nothing, so I opened the door and stepped into the hall. I still saw nothing. I started to check down the other hall when I heard the same knocking, this time on someone else's door. It was George. He was beating on Pat's door with his cane. I asked him what was wrong. He needed a quarter. I was ready to commit murder. I did give George a quarter because I did not want George to keep going down the hallway banging on people's doors with his cane.
One of our dryers is broken. I have it clearly labeled as "Out of Order." But apparently having a sign posted on a dryer over-top the coin slot and control panel isn't enough to tell an illiterate person you might not want to use this dryer. Apparently it's also not enough of a clue that the dryer's display lights are not on. You know how I know this? George needed a quarter because Katie put all of her quarters into the broken dryer. I was ready to commit double homicide.
One of the washing machines has been leaking onto the laundry room floor. I had the repairman out today to fix it. When we entered the laundry room, we discovered George and Katie in there up to their old tricks. And what do you know? Katie put all of her quarters into the still broken dryer. I was regretting not committing those murders.
Macy faked illness on Monday and Thursday to get out of going to Restart. I was talking to Anna about her, and how much she depresses me. I don't see how she has any hope for a decent life. I cannot imagine she actually graduates high school. I can't even picture her making it out of her freshman year. How can people have the ability to make such life changing decisions before they understand the consequences?
UnderOath just released a new album. I was never really a huge fan of them, but I think I really like this new album. Dispensing with their drummer/clean vocalist has done them a world of good.
I'm thirsty. I have a bunch of AriZona Pomegranate Green Tea in the car. I don't have it sitting in a gold plated person refrigerator next to my computer. My life is fail.
When I do get ridiculously wealthy, Jana I am going to buy your soul and make you my slave. That way you can spend the rest of your life in misery under my capitalist pig reign.
Daisy smells like a swamp monster's anal glands.
We got a new bookshelf. It is located conveniently so that it makes a good place to drop off any mail or bills that we get and need to keep within easy reach. Unfortunately, Howie decided this bookshelf makes a good perch. He now intentionally shoves everything off the top so that he can lay down comfortably.
Anna works too hard. Someone should give her a billion dollars so that she can retire.
Bobbie told me today that Alice shoved her and shook her. I don't know if this is true or not. If it is true then Bobbie deserved it.
Goodnight people. Hugs not drugs.