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Note to self: undercooked Golden Corral eggs are to avoided in the future.

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We interrupt this broadcast for this special breaking news:

I have a really low alcohol tolerance.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

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Also, the people who just moved into the apartment above mine have a large, territorial dog that they put out on the patio all day. The damn thing barks at the fucking WIND and growls that low, menacing, "I'd rip your throat out if I could see you" growl whenever the dogs on the third floor (2 up, 1 over from me) are let outside. It also has a special galumphing gait that resonates through the ceiling rather well when he runs around when they let him inside.

I'm going to voice my complaints to them tomorrow, and if they can't or won't take care of it, I'm going to the complex managers. I'd already be asleep if that damn thing wasn't still being noisy. Oh, and they don't answer their door, or at least they didn't when I went up and pounded on it 10 minutes ago.

::sigh:: Aaaand it just started barking again. What? Is the moon too close to your territory, you fucking hellbeast?

EDIT: It took me three FOUR tries to get all the spelling and grammar errors out of this post. Hopefully the booze that's making me sloppy will also help me sleep.