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...And I've discovered that the "Polish fuckers" aren't all Polish. There is a small contingent of French, and a few Czechs as well.

It's amazing what can happen to the Best Laid Plans. I was planning on sitting down tonight and doing some writing. Do a journal entry, maybe write another review for Epinions, and then get some work done on some stories that have been moldering on my hard drive.

If was going to be perfect. I got off work at 8pm, and came straight home. I sat down in front of the computer and started going through my email and newsgroups in preparation for my writing stint.

"Hey, Sarah," I hear through the open door. It was my neighbor. So, being neighborly, I went out to chat...

And came back in almost four hours later rather drunk. See, they had free beer and cigarettes, and needed a fourth for a euchre game. Who am I to turn down a euchre game?

About that smoking thing... I've been mostly good. I have totally broken myself from smoking while sitting at my computer. I still get the urge once in a while, especially when I'm doing something that makes me wait for a bit, like scanning a photo. But the urges to smoke while writing are gone.

The only times that I smoke now are social occasions. If there is beer involved, I need a smoke. If I'm standing around at work chatting with the mechanic, I bum a smoke off of him. I haven't bought any smokes at all since I "quit," so I suppose that's something.

Yes, I'm a bad, bad girl. I'm sorry.

Three games of euchre and five beers later, we decided to wrap it up for the evening when a security guard came by. Now, we've gone through several security guards in the time that I've lived here, and most have been very sub-par. Most of them would just sit in their cars and watch people drive in and out of the parking lots. Very few actually got out of their cars, and almost none were on the ball with towing illegally parked cars. (Such as that bitch who always parks her car in front of the fire hydrant, because it's as close as she can get to her apartment. If she could drive her car up the hill to her front door, I think she would do that. Lazy bitch.)

But this guy is different. We first saw him walking around in the little grassy courtyard thing I have by our apartments. He was shining a flashlight around, and at first we thought he was a cop. We gave him a "hello," and he nodded to us.

A little while later, we saw some skunks wandering down the sidewalk towards us. We have lots of skunks around here, and so long as you don't bother them (or startle them) you're fine. But we had the card table set up right next to the sidewalk, and were a little concerned at how close the skunks were getting.

Suddenly, they scampered off, and the security guard was walking towards us. He stopped to chat, and I now feel much better about living here. He takes his job seriously. He listened to the concerns we have concerning some of our neighbors, and gave us numbers to call if we have problems.

It's a good thing to be on good terms with security. If they know you, they pay a little more attention to your apartment. It makes me feel better knowing that he's out there right now.

Swift subject change... Oh, and get this. I got my phone bill today, and got a bit of a shock. AT-n-T charged me $8.50 because I didn't make any long distance calls this month.

Excuse me? They're charging me $8.50 because I didn't make at least $3 in calls? Am I the only one who thinks this is wrong?

Highway robbery, it is.

Damn. I was going somewhere with this entry, and it went off in a different direction. I was going to talk about some really horrible book summaries that I read, but I suppose that can wait. I have to scrub the bug spray off my skin.