heh. a few hours ago there were two cops at the door.

they asked for zer0.

Just kidding.

Apparently we were holding a "loud party with lots of people and noise". Don't ask me how 3 people in seperate rooms, one watching a pokemon video, one playing with quicken, and one watching tv constitute a loud, wild party.
I mentioned our crazy downstairs neighbors, and mentioned the death threat letters, and they laughed nervously. They then seen all the computers behind me and they stood there stunned for a second. They're like "Wow, I've never seen that many computers in an apartment before". I just said "Yea, I telecommute alot." and then edged the door shut slightly. They then chuckled, shook their head, and left.

So next time I hear them argue downstairs, I'm calling a report of possible domestic violence on them. If I'm lucky, one of them will get hauled away for it. I don't care who, to be honest, but I'm hoping the mom does, because she seems to be the catalyst of the attitude problem down there.

Yea, so it's lookin like I have Pink Eye. Yay. First appendicitis, and now pink eye. I feel like I'm the character in some 1950's sitcom. What's next, polio?

Ugh, I'm going into work to do some important shit anyway, but I'm informing people to keep their distance, and hand me things by setting them in front of me and letting me pick them up. I don't wish this upon my enemy. Well, actually, it's kinda pussy, so I _DO_ wish this on my enemies. Hey, enemy, rub this cotton swab on your eyeball.

Hopefully I can do this without interfering with my new years plans. It's my freakin birthday tomorrow, I at least want to enjoy it.