Our back door is currently unlocked. In fact, it doesn’t have a lock. It doesn’t even have a fucking doorknob at the moment. Comrade came down this afternoon and painted it, so it’s open and drying for the entire night. This isn’t very fun, because tomorrow neither of us will be home to make sure he doesn’t poke around in here. Adding to the list of assinine bullshit this man has spewed from his mouth is his comment that we waste time on our computers and that we should take a weeklong vacation because he wants to come in and paint the rooms and work on some of the molding in the bathroom. He’s also annoyed that none of our windows had the mysterious serial numbers that he was looking for; the seals in his are leaking and he’s getting condensation between the panes, and I guess he needs the serial numbers for some reason but none of the windows in the house have them. Tough shit for him.
Aside from the Polish invasion today has been pretty normal. It’s been raining so there’s no drive-in plans for us. We drank a pot of coffee then switched to tea because we had no more sugar. Eddie made a pot of Kraft dinner for lunch and we ate that while playing World of Warcraft. We’ve finally hit level 40 and gotten our mounts, and we’re actually about halfway to 42 right now. We did a bunch of grinding and questing this afternoon, and maybe we’ll do some more tonight. We went to Pizzeria Uno for dinner, stopped at WalMart to buy some new bulbs for the truck’s head and tail lights and new wipers, then went to Petco to play with the ferrets. I can’t believe how tiny Pickle is compared to the ones they’ve got there. Eddie said that if we were in a new place we’d have taken one of them home with us.
I talked with my Dad this morning. He invited us down for a cookout this week at his house, which is cool. I did tell a tiny lie to him when he asked what I was doing, I told him I’d just gotten out of bed, but didn’t reveal that I was sitting on the toilet. Some things a father just doesn’t need to know.
Hearing: Heroes marathon
