I just reviewed all of my entries, and I realized that the end of the pot smoking neighbors hasn't been told. When I came back from Christmas, there was three days of stale pot smoke squeezed into my house. I was gagging the entire night. That proved to be the last straw, I called Jill again to complain. They happened to be in town for the holidays and came over to the house, smelt the smell themselves and notified the upstairs neighbors that if they get one more complaint about smoke that they would receive their notice. I know that the guys aren't happy with me, but I really don't care. I enjoy being able to come home in the evening and smell absolutely nothing.

I bought a handheld voice/tape recorder the other day. I hope that this will help me with my writing.