It’s 7:56 p.m., Las Vegas time, and I’ve just began typing my blog. The noise level outside my door is deafening. Some children keep running back and forth stomping their feet and dragging some loud object around. I don’t know what it is and I don’t care.
I’ve had a group of people outside my apartment watching me now for about an hour and a half. I put my camera on my window sill to watch them. There’s about eight of them, and they’re all standing around just looking up into my apartment. They look like a bunch of undocumented aliens. They’re just standing around like zombies and looking up at my window like they’re paralyzed. I guess I’ve become a show. Maybe I should open my blinds and tell them that if they want to get a look at me, I’ll just stand for a fee and they can get a really good look at me. It’s absolutely ridiculous what I have to put up with every day. Every day I wake up, I think maybe today it’ll be better. Maybe no one will bother me today. But that never happens. Every day, there’s more and more people acting like a bunch of idiots. It’s as if they’ve never seen another human. What do they think I look like? Do they think I have horns on top of my head? Do they think I look like a monster? Do they think I look like the swamp thing?
What is it with the idiots? Don’t they have anything better to do with their lives?
If any of the perps are reading this, GET A LIFE YOU NITWITS!
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