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bad luck girl
10.26.2004, 10:11 pm
It's a slightly frustrating night here in the House of Keepergirl, for more than one reason. One, my next door neighbor as of late has begun playing his TV or his music just a little too loudly, so I have to hear the muffled but still annoying noise through my wall. He's lived there for several months, but only over the past few days have a really noticed the noise. Maybe he's suffered some sort of ear injury or hearing loss. Either way, I wish he would turn that shit down. But I am also a person who really hates having to knock on a strangers door and ask them to stop making so goddamn much noise. Sigh Two, I have this grill pan (the kind that fits over two burners on the stove) that is nifty if you like grilled chicken or grilled steaks or grilled veggies, but don't want the hassle of a charcoal grill. Except when the ginger sesame marinade you use totally gets frickin' glued to the pan and nothing you do will get it off. Sigh. And three, KeeperSister, KeeperMom, and KeeperDad are all big St. Louis Cardinal fans, so as a result, I follow the team through the season so I can ask them about it and so on. And this season, when they got to the playoffs, I started following even closer, because KeeperFamily was pretty excited. And now, the Cards are in the World Series, so I am even watching the games, to show my support for my family's team. And the Cards are totally not doing well, and I feel responsible, as if my sudden interest has caused some sort of jinx.
