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Most of the times when my neighbours get drunk, they yell and scream and bang things. Tonight, on the other hand, they went for something different:

They are singing Motown songs in the style of a cappella. And they're quite good, very in sinc.

Though I don't think these are the same neighbours that yell and scream and break things.

Also, I'm interested in how my sister will react if they sing way into the night. She's always complaining about music that I don't usually hear (or don't hear it at all) until she mentions it.

I've been very tired, but at least it isn't like the kind of tired I was in the hospital. That was an unbearable kind of tired. It felt like someone was holding onto my heart, or my heart was made out of lead. I dunno, my chest felt heavy.

It was also hard to breathe, because there isn't any natural air in hospitals. Maybe they should have oxygen lounges on each floor.


The other night, I heard "C'mon C'mon" by the Von Bondies being played live. It was across the river (I think), but it was so clear. I don't know why I mentioned this.

I remember when I would stay at Harpys place, I would pretend to play her piano. It had buttons that played famous works, I would usually pick Beethovens Moonlight Sonata or Fur Elise and pretend to play along. I would have never have taken lessons from Harpy, she's too mean and probably would have whipped my hands with a ruler.

ONE
So I fell aleep on the couch, and our cordless phone was somewhere in between the cushions. The phone rings, wakes me up rather roughly. I move, and I think my butt turns the phone on. So now I have to answer it, not knowing who the hell it is. Because the caller id has turned into "PHONE ON".

After I find the phone, I am dissapointed to find out who's calling. It's some bill collector lady that calls for Drunkard, we usually ignore her calls. I still very drowsy and have no idea what I'm doing, so I copy down the number she gave me.

When I hang up, I remember that we told her a couple of months ago, that Drunkard doesn't live here anymore, and we lost contact with him. Head smack. So either she forgot, or she's fucking with me. I'm going with the latter, because I am paranoid by nature.

TWO
My sister was playing Love Song by the Cure the other day. I haven't listened to it for a long while, but it sounded familiar. I was like "Oh mah gawd, what is this song, I must have it on my list!" It was of course already on my list, but I forgot.

I wasn't going to bother asking Cockroach which song it was. She probably didn't know, and was too busy talking to herself. Her voice cuts through diamonds, so of course, the only lyric I heard was "I will always love you". So even though I knew it was no use looking for a lyrics that would show up Dolly Parton and Whitney Housten when I typed it in, I did anyway.

Anyway, you know the end:



Nothing has happened much this summer. I find myself either really tired and can not motivate myself to do anything. Or nervous, trembling, having a hard time breathing, and my heart is beating all weird.