Maybe eviction wouldn't be so bad?

So much happened yesterday, it's hard to recount it all. I came home to find landmines of dog illness all over my bedroom, which was awesome. Caliope has a whole new set of meds/vitamins. She's up to about 7 things she's taking, which is about 1 thing for every pound she weighs. And I have to give her a freaking shot! I hate needles.

When I went to take them outside, a woman came out of her apartment IN A TOWEL. Then, because it makes the most sense, shot ME a dirty look as if I'm the idiot for being in the hallway. She then walked past me grudgingly, dragging one of the small nameless infants that come in and out of those apartments. She walked into the apartment on the other side of the elevator(still in just the towel) and slammed the door, making the child scream in fear.

On the way back up in the elevator, I think I saw an eviction notice given to this old man who lives in between the evil triumvirate of apartments outside the elevator. While I'm happy to see most of my neighbors kicked out, I felt sorry for him. I feel EVEN MORE sorry for the poor sap that moves into that apartment after him.

Caliope managed to sleep through the night without being sick, which is amazing. I actually woke up and poked her this morning, afraid she might be dead. Maybe one of her medicines is working? I guess we'll have to see.

My super told me yesterday he's coming into my apartment today to fix my heaters. I can only imagine the kind of thing he's going to find when he opens my bedroom door. I mean at this point, I don't even care. Eviction couldn't be the worst thing right now.