It's been an interesting few days, and I'm still trying to catch up on sleep from last week. I spent a fair chunk of yesterday chained to my apartment -- one of my upstairs neighbors died (it was most likely old age -- she was 80), and the building was crawling with cops and the coroner who were all trying to figure out when she died. Apparently, she'd been dead for 2 or 3 weeks, and they only noticed now when one of her friends came over and tried to see her but couldn't get in. The police had to take a statement from everyone around -- and that included me. Personally, I couldn't remember the woman, but I still had to stick around and talk to the cops. And it made me realize that I hope I never get to the point where I'm 80 years old but my death goes unnoticed for 2-3 weeks because I'm sitting home alone most of the time. Today, I hit two parties, the second one of course being Eve's and Sheila The Famous Non-Blogger's. Joelle, Mikey, Fran and Wendy all showed up to enjoy the Flaccid Terrorist Cupcakes, incredible amounts of Easy Cheez and incredible amounts of sugar and alcohol. Have I mentioned how much I love these people?