general Forget this.

The neighbor just yelled at his kid, “You’re failing, and you don’t even know it! No one’s going to give you anything because you’re a nice kid. Nice kids finish last.” Then: “You’re out of control! Your mind is out of control!” You know what he’s yelling at her about? Her spelling words. Now, I’m the last person to say spelling doesn’t matter, but hello? She’s, like, eleven. BACK OFF.

What with having to listen to that, and the fact that the thermostat says it’s seventy-three degrees in here and I’m still so cold that I’m blowing on my hands, even though I’m sitting literally ten inches from a space heater that’s going full blast (and my feet are still frozen), I think I’ll just go to bed now.

Oh, also? My rent check bounced. Glory.

Pfffft.