What a night, what a morning, what an afternoon, not necessarily in that order. I couldn't fall asleep and at three I got up and wrote two very strong e-mails. I went back to bed and finally fell asleep at five. At eight-thirty I was awakened by the sounds of machinery. I got up but couldn't find the source, even though it was in front of my way too groggy eyes. Yes, the source was what I had hoped it wouldn't be - Annette's house is gone as if it never existed at all - raised by some asshole developers or a buyer so they erect another monstrosity in this neighborhood, so their entitled, privileged children can got to Carpenter school. Once those children are out of there, they will move to the next neighborhood. This will undoubtedly be a two-million dollar house in a quaint neighborhood that, thanks to these morons, is no longer quaint.
