And now I hear the familiar slamming against the walls, so I know crazy downstairs boy is inside.

Getting ready for work and I can already hear crazy downstairs boy yelling profanities outside to no one in specific. Kinda rapping the curses. I think I'll wait a few more minutes before venturing outside - it's a cold morning and he probably won't stay outside long. Then again, maybe he is inside and it just sounds that way because the windows and doors are all bashed open. I'm trying to get something on paper of my experience to give to Ted printed and notarized today - probably during my lunch hour.

Tonight I would stand outside and yell Beetlejuice three times if it would exorcise my crazy neighbor downstairs. It appears that every single window in that unit is now broken out, including the french door of the main entrance. The TV is blaring from inside at top volume so it can be heard from the parking lot. The entire atrium reeks of pot smoke tonight. And there is the familiar sound like furniture being thrown against the walls.

Ted is going to court Thursday. I need to come up with something to print out and hand to him as a statement to bring with him, since I won't be making it to court because of work. I wish I'd kept more complete records than this web journal of the events of the last year. However, I'm glad I at least have this record of life in my building.

Yesterday was spent at the Halloween float-building party at Cam and Joy Ayer's house. Mostly everyone was working on two large paper mache trees for the Swamp Nation float. Very cool. Great turnout for the project and Chantel was able to wrangle a flatbed.
Friends from California, Philip and Bart made their award-winning chili for everyone.

Afterwards, I went to EyeDrum for Clark's art opening and performance. He's hung several large paintings in the gallery - all of different stages of Clark and styles of painting. He performed with the blues band during the reception. Nate came out and introduced a CD he and his father had made that's now on sale at Eyedrum.

Happy Birthday to Me.

It was really cool today. This was the first morning of the season that I saw my breath fog as I made it out to the car.

I've notice lately that people have actually been listening to me and remembering what I say. Pretty cool.

Not sick but not completely well. All weekend my stomach has been not so completely settled but I'm feeling better. Maybe a bit too much fun last Thursday. Maybe the changing temps. My skin is really gunky too. Don't know what could be causing that. Just wanted to make note of that for my own record.

Saturday I went to a post-rehearsal party party at Cam and Joy's house. Good people. Beautiful house and garden. The moonflowers were in full bloom and Tommy had started the fire in the backyard pit. I didn't feel like eating then, but Joy sent me home with a big container of collard greens and some cornbread for later.

If I had not been working till 6:30, I would have gone to the Norcross Farscape Rally at The War Room. There is another rally coming up in Macon.

Instead, the kindly one filled my belly with sushi and sake at Ru San's.

Then I came home to catch up on email.

Now I must sleep.

Three long days working 9 a.m. til 8 p.m. Hopefully, things will be a bit more manageable tomorrow. I'd really like the make it to some of the future
Save Farscape rallies.

I had a great time at the Farscape Rally last night. I left much too early - still cursing that I missed Diana Obscura's performance. Saw a few friends there. A lot of the crowd was like DragonCon done over. The cast members who made the rally seemed to be in very good spirits, signing and posing, etc. I now have a huge crush on Lani Tupu. Thank you, Caitlin and everyone else who is making this Save Farscape campaign happen.

Laundry and other facts of life now going on today.

So things are accelerating with the neighbors. I got a group email today stating:

Hello all,

I just wanted to let each of you know that I have filed a warrant for crazy downstairs boy to appear in court on Oct 24. Yesterday I was in the parking lot getting something out of my jeep. He came out of his unit, picked up a brick that my next door neighbor normally uses, came over to me and told me that he was going to kill me. Then he put the brick back, and returned to his unit. A few minutes later he came back and told me that I startled him and wanted to know if I was ok and asked me if I was worried about his mother ??..??Needless to say I was a bit shocked.
So I carry an ax to and from my car now - and I'm considering purchasing a hand gun.

So crazy downstairs boy threatened to kill my downstairs neighbor today. I thought something was up when I came home today and saw his truck driving off with crazy boy walking after it talking. Both he and my next door neighbor are lucky that their jobs have them traveling out of town a lot where they can, hopefully, have some peace. Of course, their condos are worth nothing now since it was nearly impossible for the previous owners of their respective units to get out. Both the girl next door and the guy downstairs sold their units at a loss just to get out of the building.

I fear someone's going to end up a victim in order for the police to finally cart him off and it could be any one of us coming home or leaving at the wrong time. The authorities have no interest in him now as he's not crossed the line from threats into action yet. And city noise violations only apply to sound that is disturbing those outside the building - like the apartments next door. Only once or twice have I actually heard someone from the building beside ours yelling at him to please shut up. But "you can't argue with a sick mind".

Murray is back home again. Already, according to him, back to work and being yelled at constantly by his wife. Some things never change unless you make it change. But he's such a control-freak, I don't know if anyone could pry his hands off the remote.

Speaking of men who have dealt with stress, I miss Bryon Finkle. I wonder what he's up to now.

It's sunny. Cool. Quiet this morning. There was trouble going on downstairs last night. Someone yelling curses in and breaking glass in the wee hours. So it appears that the boys downstairs have, unfortunately, not moved out after all.

No word from Murray yesterday or today. He should be going home today.