tds

The neighbor is watching the Oscars? Know how I know? Because she's fucking BLARING IT, and I'm literally watching them on mute in my apartment because I can hear it so well from hers. And she and her male companion are doing running commentary, which is just as witty as you'd expect. Awesome. Just neat. Audrey just caught the noises and isn't amused. I'm not even paying attention to the fucking show. I'll need to do something nasty to her now.

Great. Stupid people have made me lose my train of thought. Bah.

I have the opportunity to go to San Bernardino in a month. Funny, last time I wrote that very line somewhere, I was gone for seven months and came back all fucked up and full of stories no one likes. Basically, though, I will get to the see the old place in Redlands again. Sounds unhealthy, and probably is, but I've been thinking about that for a long time; seems like every aborted SoCal trip has a detour to Redlands. This is because, honestly, I need to go back one more time. I left too fast, and I need a chance to gain some personal level of closure; it feels most times that if I don't go back for an hour or so, I'll forget. Bullshit, yeah, but it just...it doesn't seem REAL sometimes. I need to see it once more to make sure that it is. This makes no sense, I'm sorry.

Jim Steinman-penned songs aren't good these days. Leads to...things. Or could. Who knows. I'm all befuddled these days.

Busy week when I haven't been all migraine'd. Hanging out with Audrey is interesting. She's started opening the medicine cabinet and trying to eat cotton swabs. Fortunately, she might be the least stealthy cat under fifteen pounds, so there's been no problem.

I'll end this now.

Later.