shed blues

so the shed behind my apartment is being torn down by some guys my landlord hired. the shed was in really bad shape, roof collapsing on itself and was just plain dangerous. it is a marvelous and magical act of nature that has woken me up really early this weekend. the thoughts i have of murder while laying in bed hearing them hammer and keep me away from the precious sleep i need for the next long work week…everyone is nice until they are kept awake. then even your sweet mother is a fucking axe murderer….

i haven’t seen lizzy lately and i think she was wise and fled the building before they tore it down. i saw our other neighbor earlier, wonder if he is as tired as i am…