uhhhhh....

*Blinks groggily*

My next-door neighbor had some kind of weird meltdown last night between 10:30 and 11 last night, accusing me (Why me? I don't even *know* this lady!) of being a prostitute.
I slept kind of rough. She knocked on my door again at 7:30 this morning with some kind of weird apology, and I told her if she EVER knocked on my door again I was calling the office AND the cops. And slammed the door shut.

At least the office manager in this morning was properly appalled at the situation. It makes me feel a little better; that someone's got an interest in my comfort and safety in my new apartment. She's getting back to me later on today about it. I'm still more than a little creeped out by the fact that I apparently live next door to some kind of psycho.

So I'm drinking lots of tea to make up for the sleep I didn't get...

*mutter*

Dammit, there's always something, isn't there?

*wipes chocolate smudges off face*

...I was really dragging around before one of my cow-irkers at the Minimalist Inferno had a birthday cake brought out. There isn't a rough day anywhere that a little chocolate cake with whipped buttercream mousse can't fix.

*looks at almost empty plate*

I'm getting kind of full...ya want the last bite? Hmm?