I'd Have Written Earlier, But What With All the Stabbing & Throat-Slashing...

Dearly beloved reader,

I am a whore who has let you down. I have not been writing insightful, clever, witty stories all about wonderful things.

It's just that, well, the bitch next door has been stabbing me in the eyesockets for the last few days with a shard of broken glass and so I've been putting my energy elsewhere.

It's my fault, you see; I just *had* to go & call the police fra domestic violence in her home and her boyfriend is a meth freak who left a full crack pipe in my roomie's car & so now naturally she's gone 'round the bend, so it's been a sort of "final episode of Buffy meets Apocalypse Now" around here.

Really, I'm fine. It's been fine. Well, so long as we don't fall asleep, anyway.

I'm sorry. I will try to do better in the future. For the moment, though, do you suppose you might reload my back-up .45 with the silver bullets from that box over in the corner while I try and drop the acid-squirting demon trying to burn through our security door? Thanks ever so much, darling.

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I am currently listening to: screams and howls of the meth-smoking nightmare beasts trying to claw into my apartment from outside
I am currently reading: the package of ammo to see if it is hollow-point or not