The older I get, the more I look like my mom and act like my dad. That's totally dreadful. My dad has the much better health, my mom the wonderful equanimity.

But last night I dabbled in some of my dad's legacy: insomnia. It was aided and abeted by my fecking neighbours. Lovely (heavy on the irony there) young lads who party HARRRRRD from 9:00pm to 1:30am. I snoozed through the violence from 10pm to midnight, and then lay awake till 5am, at which point I got up and took a long shower (while singing the Donkey Serenade at the top of my voice - the wall between me and the neighbours is paper thin. Hope I irritated the crap out of their hung-over heads).

Fucktards. I hope they fail this year at college. I also hate them for being emotionally retarded and cowards. Couldn't confront me about my amateur saxophone efforts, but decided to write snotty "You suck f**k you" messages in the dust on my rear car window. And then they had the temerity to look shocked when I confronted them about it, and LIE (at first) about writing the message (they later confessed).

The youth of these days! *arms flailed in the air*