The Dugout
The townies living in our basement got drunk last night and decided it would be a good idea to shoot their shotgun down the alleyway next to my house. And out their window. And at their cat. Apparently this happens with alarming regularity. Katy and I decided that our door looks like plywood because it had to be replaced recently due to being kicked in. That's swell. Also, we realized, upon scrubbing the kitchen floor, that it is not black like we had thought, but rather a patchwork of quite nice pastels. The landlord is going to come in on Tuesday morning to paint over the black mold that is covering the ceiling in our bathroom. That'll be nice. Maybe he'll give me a doorknob for my room too.