05.01.02 - 1:07 p.m.

really, i meant to spend lunchtime today studying. but then, i came in to work ealry and was doing so well with billing (which means, omg, that i have to come in every morning. i mean, a half-hour earlier than normal and at lunch i have at least an extra hour's worth of billable time in. partly because of the recent change in circumstance, no doubt (bankrupt client is no longer bankrupt and i have too much to do rather than too little) but still, it's like, shocking. i kick butt. i totally kick butt.

but. oy. what a horrible month. seriously, what a horrible month this has been. or, not all of april, but the late bits of it. grandmother in a car accident over the weekend, plumbing problems, final in the class for which i haven't studied since february, and the neighbors. of course, the neighbors upstairs who yell and run and stomp and screech and fling cigarettes over the railing and and park their bikes haphazardly and have five people living in a one-bedroom apartment and shot a gun into my f'ing living room yesterday morning at 5:30 a.m.

i mean, i don't even know what possesses someone to own a gun. or want to shoot it. or want to shoot it at 5:30 a.m. or want to shoot it into the floor at 5:30 a.m. (what about the ceiling! hmmm? there isn't anybody above you!) but, i'm also, like, concerned by anyone who would deny this. ("someone had a gun in our apartment officer? what? no! never! i work! i have a baby!")

and, of course, the hole in the ceiling and the gouge marks from the ricochet and the bullet fragment in the living room, they just appeared. riiii-iiight.

they're moving out now. but i should probably move, too. i mean, i've not been happy w/the place for a long time, but the bullet hole. heh. but it's so much TROUBLE to move. and i would really like to wait another year. so, they were moving out last night. i guess they're still moving out. i guess i'll see.

it's kinda surreal. it's one of those things i can't talk about without smirking like i'm lying. i don't quite believe it. such behavior is just... bizarre to me. and here, i was concerned before i called that i wasn't being fair to them. i mean, honestly, that's what i (wimp wimp wimp!) was thinking before i called the police. i'm not being fair to them! i should go talk to them! (about the bullet hole in my ceiling? uhm. no. stupid first instinct. i'm glad i called the police even if the police were about as reassuring as candlewax. i wish i had investigated and called 911 right when i heard it. and hadn't passed it off. because then i bet someone could've been arrested. and although at first i thought i didn't want anyone to be arrested, i really do. i want someone to be arrested! jesus christ! arrest them, you idiot police officers! arrest! them! helllo! reckless endangerment! something! at least search the freakin' apartment to see if they have a gun.

::grump:: ::grumpgrump::

::madgrump::)

anyway, almost time for lunch to be over. so i'm gonna go work my butt off some more. oh, hmmm. to top off my list of woes? my ankle still hurts. heh. kinda a lot. on the inside, not the outside. i should've wrapped it today. it really does hurt there w/a normal stride. and argh! panic! test! panic!

and: if you're not, you should be watching frontier house on pbs. i've been taping it. the last of it will be on tonight on our local pbs station, two hours starting at 9 p.m. but i think local stations can choose when to air it. so. hee! watch it, s'cool. i'm having fantasies about it now. anyway. lunch over. bye!