I'll give you five dollars?

[thejunipertree]

I'm so very tired. I've just been out on a
reconnaisence mission (I know I spelled that
wrong, but damn if my brain isn't quite
working well at the moment) with the Wee One,
Erik, and Joseph Stalin.

Something had been left behind at the magic
castle park the other night and Erik desperately
needed to retrieve it.

We found a record store that I always wanted
to go into, where I wound up spending entirely
too much money. Fuck it. I needed those
CD's. Especially the live show of Nina Simone's,
where she does a cover of "American Pie".

Bad news on the doorstep.
I couldn't take one more step.

I had told the three about my experiences
with the snoring creature under the steps of
my apartment building. The rental office manager
had been informed of the situation and I
was reassured that it would be taken care of.
I'm not so sure this has actually happened,
as we looked under there tonight to find a
rat's nest of cigarette butts (such a horrifying
fire hazard, I'm terrified of fires), empty
malt liquor bottles, empty soda cans, and
a pair of winter gloves. It reminded me of
homeless dens I'd stumbled over in Philadelphia.
But, sweet suffering fuck! This is as FAR from
Philadelphia as you can possibly get.
Not physically far, mind you.

Damn. It took me three tries to type that
last sentence.

So, I'm more than a bit worried about that.
Especially as we just moved in here and I don't
exactly relish the idea of trying to find
a new place to live. It took us such a long
time to find this one, I don't want to go
through that again. And aside from snoring
trolls living under the stairs, I rather like
it here. Especially with my little closet
room that I go into and hide.

I am an orphan. I sleep in a closet. heh.

Speaking of such, I haven't heard from Orphan
in a few days. Which worries me more than I'd
care to admit. I hope he's alright...

Bed now. It's just after midnight and I'm
truly exhausted.