Tomorrow Kyle, Tall Amy, and I go pick up our rental car from the delightful Sheraton Inn in Fisherman's Warf so that we can spend eight hours driving north into Oregon. I'm pretty stoked on getting out of The City. Georgio will be joining us on Monday in Seattle via plane.
In other news; my landlady, who lives below me, was screaming at the top of her lungs to no one in particular about the neighbor's sprinklers. Actually I think she thought she was screaming at the neighbors, but they weren't around, the sprinklers are automatic. They have a tendency to make their way over the fence and into our back yard where my landlady airs her blankets everyday. She was screaming "You turn that off! I know who you are! I will call the city on you!" and then a different neighbor's dog started yapping and she promptly screamed "Shut up you fucking dog!" I should mention that she is a married, mother of three boys, Indian woman who frequently yells bloody murder at her children. I've never heard her scream in English, and I don't think I want to ever again. I was a little terrified.
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