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So, I’m sitting here, in front of the computer, with not much to do…
Some kids from across the street were pelting the window with clods of dirt. They’ve gotten gutsier now, and are running up to the door, and are banging on it…
I wonder why they haven’t given up yet…
I guess that they’re trying to get a reaction of some sort. Little do they know that I try to just ignore irritations and problems. Besides – they’re just kids, and I have no earthly clue as to who their parents are, nor do I care. I try not to socialize with any of the neighbors. Hell, I think that today I had the longest exchange of words with the next-door neighbor. I got my mail, just as he, and he said something like, “Hey, I think I’ve got something of yours,” and I responded with an, “Alright,” as he handed it to me.
Yeah, I really don’t socialize. Haven’t found anyone that I would really want to socialize with…
Diana should be getting off of work soon. I wonder what I should fix for dinner. I hope she calls before she leaves.
The kids are playing upstairs. Speaking of, it sounds like I should go up there – I hear Niv protesting something…