They keep flying over my house. It’s so annoying. What makes 8 on a Sunday night the right time for the air force base or air national guard or whoever to keep buzzing my house? I’m used to the police helicopter, and I know why they are there. It’s not a good neighborhood, I’ll be the first to admit. But what’s with the damn jets?
Maybe they’re all after the mother ship, come to take me home. I’m ready!
Okay, if that damn dog doesn’t quit barking at the helicopter he’s heard a thousand times, there’s gonna be one more flying object around here…
68,588 words. Not bad, considering I wasted a lot of time today, chasing useless but interesting stuff around the Web and calling it research.
Is it me, or do I seem grumpy tonight?