i think it's just about time for the church across the street to stop lighting concrete-pipe mortars full of gunpowder every thirty seconds.
i'm not kidding. it starts at five in the morning on the other side of the wall. it's a testament to my sleeping ability (or my life in oakland) that it doesn't wake me up. yesterday and the day before it was pretty regular, first a really loud blast, then a slightly quieter one. today, they're going all out already, and it's only 6:30.
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What is it, the Feast of Our Lady of Spontaneous Combustion?
well, the best part is that no one seems to know or care. "oh, this happens all the time," they shrug. "it'll be about a week."
$&%#@*.
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