GET OFF MY LAWN.

I ran off some kids a little while ago. They were parked across the street and playing loud music. At least the bass was penetrating through the walls. Anyway, I went out and said, “This is where I ask you to move on, and if you don’t I write down your license plate numbers and call the cops.” I didn’t think it was too mean. They did ask what they were doing wrong and I said, “Well, you are being loud and it is a neighborhood.” I think they left pretty soon afterwards, 3 cars with about a dozen kids. I kind of wonder if they weren’t planning to get even more kids there because cars keep pulling up and leaving.

Whatever. My rule is: don’t wake me up.

Dave the Trainer has weird schedule issues just like I have weird schedule issues. He called today and asked if I could make it in by 4PM. I had about 45 minutes to make it there, but I bailed out of work early and went. That’s the most excitement I had today. Woo-hoo.