general I wonder if Lisa minds when I do this.

Just wholesale steal emails to her and put them up as blog posts, that is.

I did not, in fact, go to Ikea today. I’ll go next weekend.

Instead, I decided to stay home, and, from about 8:30 until about 10:15*, listen to one of my neighbors (or more; I couldn’t tell which direction) hammer and hammer and hammer and hammer and hammer. I can’t believe they hammered for so long without a break. They must have gone in shifts. They must have been hanging a thousand newly framed pictures of the kittens and baby seals they clubbed yesterday. I went outside, and I could still hear it. I thought about leaving, but I couldn’t think of anywhere to go. I banged on the walls trying to get them to notice they could hear me. I screamed PLEASE STOP a few times. Eventually they did stop. I hope they died.

*PM, that is. WAY past the civilized Hammering Hours.