I had a bunch of things I thought of throughout the week to write here, but I forgot them. My memory is fading and I suprisingly don't really care anymore. Plus, this blog has gotten extremely boring. A mirror of the author, I guess.
But something just happened that made me angry. Somebody rang my doorbell. I wouldn't be so angry if the person at the door were here for me. But no. It is a food delivery guy. Who was bringing food for the people upstairs. Now I understand when you live in a building with more than one apartment that sometimes the wrong doorbell will be buzzed. But every time delivery people come here they ring MY doorbell. Why? Because it is at the bottom, of course. I'm not sure why this is making me so angry, but I'm getting hot and can feel my blood pulsing violently in my neck.
It makes me want to throw a tomato at someone.
Oh yes, outside my door on the corner a bird is dying.* It's an ugly pigeon, but it is almost unbearable to think about it and not go out and try to do something.
*I assume it is dying because from the time I got home today a little before 7 until just recently, it hasn't moved, it shrinks down and stares at you scaredly when you get close to it, and there is poop all around it like it's been there for a while.
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