Another Reason Why the Monster Can leave

I could be wrong.  I would like to be wrong.  I think that his pot smoking comes through the vents and makes me sick.  I got asked by a doctor who saw me two years ago and asked if my neighbor grows plants when he asked about smokers and I mentioned the monster's weed.  I asked my doctor when I got to see him last year for the next sinus infection I had.  He's working from home and it still smells like weed.  That's someone who needs to be in the office. I am getting a dry throat and coughing.  

He did come back this morning. I suspect he made his weed run.  It's actually down the street but he's too lazy to walk. I was hoping that they would look for another apartment today, but nope.  Poor stressed out monster had to work from home and is probably down below me smoking weed.  

I hate that guy.

Speaking of vile people, I listened to the Kennedy hearings.  Kudos to Ron Wyden and Bernie Sanders for bringing the heat.  When I saw Bernie on screen, I turned up on the volume because I knew the old man would have something good to say.  And Betsy from Oklahoma came out today when Elizabeth Warren went hard for Robert Kennedy Jr.  I was there for it. I turned my desktop computer on and listened.  Do I think he'll get through?  I think so.  I want to be wrong about it.

The immigration thing.  It's just going to get ugly.  I just signed when I heard the Guatanamo Bay thing.  It's not going to be awful criminals. It's going to be moms, kids, people who just came to this country for a better life.  It's going to be bad.  It's not about criminals. It's about cruelty.

I am feeling a little fuzzy with one of part of my sinuses feeling clogged.  I am watching some Real Housewives to decompress from life.

Doing what I can to get through this time.  When old rich broads fight over a text seems relaxing, I know the world is upside down.


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