No, not you. Or you over there. No, no. The person who drives me crazy is…
…this guy. Who is not so much on the next street as right across the *$#&ing street. Who I wrote about 1 year and 2 months ago. Who is STILL out there with is g-damn, m%&$*f@(#*ing chainsaw almost every single weekend. Every weekend, for 14+ months. At this point, I think he’s just chopping up twigs with the damn thing. There can’t be anything else left to cut.
Seriously. Thank God for headphones and internet radio, because otherwise I would’ve lost my mind at this point. They say good fences make good neighbors, but in this day and age, I think good headphones come in much, much handier. They might not make good neighbors, but they make less psychotic ones.
*Wanders away, muttering incomprehensibly*.