The toilet that's been leaking for months, we've been waiting on someone to fix it because we'd rather give him the money than someone else.
The electric outlet below the toilet that recently went out, see above.
The starlings that are living under the eaves, I think there are squirrels in there now. Called a pest control service, they'll be here Monday.
My son's doctor called regarding the feeding clinic. She did not leave a return number. I called the number listed in the hospital and got the voice mail of another doctor. We already have an appointment with her next Thursday. Does she not know or remember this?
My son's in a messed up sleep pattern, again. He's a random noise generator which is rather uninspiring at 3AM. Also, getting him to listen to me and fall asleep is a futile effort.
The Mets suck. Their relief pitching is pathetic. Their ability to score runs is non-existant. I feel sorry for Matt Harvey, the next Jerry Koosman. I'd also feel bad for David Wright if the checks start bouncing.
The lawn mower was repaired nicely, but I put the wrong mixture of gas and oil in. Now it takes awhile to start and has little power when it does. The smoke is fun, too.
I have written very little this month, and what I have written is crap. The way to get out there is to do good work, it's not happening here.
Paging and notes for a special fiction collection.
My neighbor's tree is pushing against my fence, causing a disturbing gap. They also leave their puppy and other dogs out late. They bark. It is sad. I have no idea how many dogs they have, or if they, too, keep them chained up in the basement. Other tenants there have done this.
I do not feel like I exist. This is wrong, but it's a feeling I cannot shake as May begins.