Exhausting weekend

Where do I even begin? I know something happened Friday, but I don't have time for that in this blog. Let's jet over to Saturday. Two things of note, my super gave me my key back. You're thinking, good - now he won't kill you in your sleep, right? Wrong. He gave it back to me because he said someone was robbed on my floor, and he doesn't want to be responsible WHEN I am robbed. Then, he mimed that I need to get a deadbolt put in, but that I need to call a locksmith to do this because surprise, surprise he's incapable. So I have to call my management company today to discuss that, I'm sure it's going to be AWESOME.

The police were on my floor EVERY SINGLE DAY THIS WEEKEND. In fact on Saturday night, the police were talking to some screaming lunatic I'd never seen before with 15 assorted children running around. And before she could threaten my dog, she said "I have nice white people living in my building I guess, so no more running around the hallway." I wish I owned a gun.

I rode down the elevator with the police, and I almost started crying to them. I told them this was the worst building I'd ever lived in. And that my dog is sick because of their littering. I felt like I was begging them to take me with them.

Gregg was scared his car would get stolen while parked outside. That's what I would like to elicit from my guests, fear.

Yesterday was a whole new adventure. I had about 10 people over to visit with Caliope. They all agreed she looked happy, so I'll stick it out a few more weeks. Although taking care of a sick dog is so draining. What was amazing, was that everyone saw my blog literally come to life. My awesome neighbors yelled at half of the guests. Andrea even saw a crazed woman in a hospital gown wondering in the hallway. Every day I spend in this apartment, makes me a more bitter, angry person. Like I need help in that department.