A Boysenberry Neighborhood

Not my kind of neighborhood but whatever.

Last three-ish nights there has been either some sort of altercation, random monologue yelling about condemnation/death or someone's car alarm going off for a solid five minutes. Yeah, everyone across the street kept clicking their remotes to see if it was theirs. That clearly shows that the owners of their respective cars have no idea what kinds of noises their car makes, except maybe the engine if they bother to care.

Yesterday was supposed to be a special time for me, going to a convention and hanging out with friends and watching videos together in a big screen. Guess that's not happening. Someone who lives with me made me feel special. I got to check in, get a badge, put on my lanyards and pretend to walk aimlessly around the floor and interact with stuff. By the time lunch rolled around I was in tears. I guess it never really hit me until that day actually came and it hit me like a truck. That feeling of being together with others in the same building with similar interests is something not many understand. Well, not many people that I talk to anyway.

Alright, time to go back to work. Waiting on some documents for evaluation and then it's off to go clean the house again...