I’ve mentioned my nutsy downstairs neighbor before, but last night reached new heights - she got shitfaced and tried to beat me up, which was exciting. I have a split lip and a torn shirt, but since she got to spend the rest of the night hanging out with the police, I think I probably got the better deal. Needless to say, I anticipate spending most of my time at Chris’s for the next couple of weeks until the Big Move - there are worse ways to spend an afternoon than spending it reading the OED and napping with the cat.