"And just what the hell is your problem, Muthafu@#er!?!"

"Just trying to get some sleep, how 'bout I call the cops and have them explain it to ya?"

It would seem that the obviously mentally deficient redneck couple that lives in my building has taken the Jerry Springer prize for endurance fighting. 36 hours, no less... and, as far as I can tell, without any rest or remorse on the part of either party.

Oh, sure there were the "door-slamming cussing at one another in the parking lot before tearing off in a cloud of tire smoke" moments that heralded short periods of only having to listen to one person below shouting, punching walls, and breaking stuff. But no more than 30 minutes later the other would return to trade places and continue the cycle, before taking their turn at being the one left to shout and break things alone after a shouting match in the most public space an apartment complex could offer.

Yeah, I wanted to stay out of the mess, but come on.... not being at the benefit of whatever Methamphetamine or super trucker grade no-doze these country-fried morons were on, I finally had to interject in the name of sleep.

"Hey man" was as far as I got.

They went down like insurgents, separate cars, cussing and spitting like a couple of wild cats.
"Whole lotta speed in there" was all john law said.

Feast, Famine........or Choking like a competitive hot-dog eater on a bad day

.....yeah, I'm still alive.....

I was contacted the other day by a concerned friend that had noticed that I hadn't posted, and more alarmingly, had left my computer in standby for about a week with my Google chat turned on. (I had completly forgot about that after using it to look up some parts for a job I did last week)

Oh, the joys of self-employment.......... for the uninitiated, it means sitting idle for periods with intersperced work, punctuated with times like the one I'm in right now........ almost too much for one guy to handle. The simultaneous worry that it won't keep coming at the present rate (I spent the proceding week with only one, yes one, einsy-weensy payout, less than 2 weeks of groceries worth) combined with the feeling of glee when the bill is paid and the checks are deposited.

Long story short.... I've been torn between the realizations that the cash be a'coming and that I actually had forgotton my username since the last time I posted anything.

So what to do? Yup, you guessed it.... work too hard to worry, but never worry too hard to work.