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It's Official...I'm Old

Tonight I did something I've never done before. I called the cops. On my neighbors. At 1:00 a.m. I was in the process of describing my for-rent house in an email, and just as I was about to type about my quiet neighborhood, I noticed it was not so quiet. I could hear the same shrieks and screams I've heard all day and assumed were the by-product of a neighbors kids playing in the pool. Just to be sure I wasn't imagining the sounds, I stuck my head out the window into the dark night. Then I dialed the sheriff's department to complain about the "party" that it turns out was coming from behind me. From the teenagers romping around in those inflatable Moonwalk get-ups.

I felt a twinge of guilt as I hung up the phone and heard the neighbor yell that the kids were being too loud. But it is now thirty minutes later, and they are still noisy. And I want to go to bed. In my bed which is maybe 500 feet from their reverie. It's also the only place to sleep here because it's not yet covered by moving boxes. I need this sleep since I have wasted my entire morning driving back here and wasted my entire afternoon and evening online reading message boards and blogs. They were important message boards and blogs. Yet, now I still need to get up and do *some* cleaning around here, *some* laundry, load up some stuff to take back south, and charge the iPod before my drive. All in the morning on not enough sleep.
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Christy said…
I think it's OK to get old. It happens to the best of us. And I'm sure they were all very important blogs and message boards.
7:27 PM
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