something beautiful. My new favorite song, scroll down in the player till you find it.
I love my neighbor, but when it’s hot and we’ve all got our windows open, I don’t love listening to her tv. Some poor man is crying and it sounds like he’s right here in this sauna of a bedroom with me and my snoring, sweaty girls. Nate and Willow have both got a low grade temp, and they are chilled and sweaty and wanting covers, but, well, maybe no covers,or, maybe a sheet, but ohmygod, the sweat! Make it STOP, Mom!
Now there is a woman sobbing on the tv next door. We’re coming up on 10 pm, so maybe this is just the dramatic ending. Last year’s fans wouldn’t work this year, and since I haven’t replaced them yet, I can’t crank them up to drown out the noise.
I really and truly do love my neighbor, though. She’s great.
I got two tax-related items of mail today. The federal govt says that they aren’t sure if they are going to accept my payment plan proposal or not, but in the meantime, DO NOT FUCKING FORGET TO PAY. (Okay, the fucking was only strongly implied. I know how to read between the lines.) The state didn’t even acknowledge my offer, and instead just sent me a bill, due in less than a week, in full. I’m just going to send another installment, let the interest and penalties build up, and hope they don’t attach my wages or something.
The tv next door is still on. I am going to try and sleep through it. Maybe I’ll grab my iPod and let my boyfriend Ira Glass tell me a bedtime story.