It's being one of those mornings when I question why I'm even putting in the effort to maintain the veneer of sanity.

- The bastard neighbors woke me up at 3AM last night. And 8AM this morning. If there weren't two of them (actually, three, including the loud whiny woman I also heard) and one of me, I'd completely go over there and kick their asses.
- I went to the kitchen to scare up some breakfast to find that I am out of milk. So I had to freebase my Cinnamon Life straight out of the box.
- My mom called this morning and, since my phone was turned off, left a voicemail message. Except she decided she wanted to use up the remaining three or four minutes on her prepaid calling card, so she just rambled on about nothing on my voicemail. We're not talking about Seinfeld nothing, either. And I don't know how to skip to the end of the message in my voicemail. It reminded me of that dumbass game we used to play at camp where you were given a topic and had to stand up in front of everyone for a minute and talk about it and if you stopped talking, you lost.
- Michael Jackson apologized for dangling his own son off a fourth-story balcony. Well, that's great, Michael, but are you going to apologize to your kid for being a total freak? Had anyone else but Michael pulled that stunt, Child & Family Services would've taken the kid into custody so fast it would've made his head spin.