And my neighbor seems to be running around her yard screaming. I THINK she thinks she’s talking, but her voice cuts through walls. And floor. And sanity.
Dan refuses to kill her with a flamethrower. He says that we can’t go around killing people because they annoy us. Apparently he has moral objections to killing people who shriek while I’m trying to write.
You know, I think he should have disclosed this handicap 28 years ago.
(I’m joking, I swear. Well, not about the neighbor. Or about the fact Dan won’t let me open the window and scream “SHUT UP FOR THE LOVE OF HEAVEN. I HAVE DUCT TAPE AND I’M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT.” But about killing her.)