Dakota

Adams: In the middle of the afternoon?!
Franklin: Not everyone's from Boston, John.
- 1776

It really sounds like someone's having sex upstairs. Or jumping on the bed very quickly in the exact same spot. Creaking and slamming against the floor and all over.

Out of the neighbours upstairs there's the elderly grandmother that doesn't speak English, the bilingual mother, and the daughter that wears lots of revealing clothes. So, someone must've brought someone over 'cause the alternatives are unnecessary visuals.

I am making myself macaroni. And listening to Dar. And refreshing my Livejournal friends page over and over and checking my mail. I'm bored. Matt's off at his mom's, cleaning his room.

I'm supposed to be working on the audio for the Oscar Night project, but it needs re-recording, so there's not much I can do at the very moment.

So, I slack. And listen to the neighbours having sex upstairs. They're going to break something.

I am this [finger gesture to imply closeness] to "squee"ing!

Carrie - my dear musician friend that she is - finally sent me the signed God single that she got signed for me backstage in 2002 from the show Danielle and I went to!

Squee!

It says:

To
George
With Love
Tori Amos

I squee! I squee so much!