Brave one.

I'm really scared I'm going to lose my mind. As many of you might know, my dog is really dangerously sick. I know this is not the direct fault of my neighbors, but in some way I can't help but blame them. She has, we think, garbage gut - meaning she ate some garbage off the ground. And whatever's wrong with her was definitely caused by a parasite. They think Kielbasa might have it too.

Of course, now my building's been worse then ever. Huge groups hanging outside, chicken bones everywhere. There's also workmen in the building who are literally on crack. They harass me in the elevator. I need to call my management company to tell them what's going on, but it almost seems futile. They never even called me back last time.

I feel at the end of my rope - sadness and exhaustion from the dog being sick have made me particularly angry. I feel like I'm going to be like Jodi Foster in the Brave One and start shoving chicken bones off the floor down their damned throats. And I want to scream in the faces of the damned workmen - the one who's drinking whiskey out of a cup in my elevator at 11 am, or the one who doesn't have laces on his shoes and his eyes are so bloodshot they look like they're bleeding - and tell them to get the fuck out of my building.

In the meantime, if everyone could keep my very sick, very thin little dog in their minds - I would appreciate it.