Welcome to Friday night at planetclaire.org. Or as I like to call it, “the hell if I’m working tonight.”

So I’ve been trying to think up a rant. Which is a lot of work. Oh, the irony!

It’ll be a year since I moved in here. What a difference a year makes.

Death Cab for Claire is still menacing me, though. And I’m still not winning the Secret War of the Claires. I fought a few damn spectacular battles, though.

The old guy who lives next store and takes 5 minutes to park his truck outside my living room window is no longer taking 5 minutes to park outside my window. He still lives there, but he doesn’t park in back. I miss him.

The standard poodle across the alley still barks like crazy for ten minutes before its owner has the bright idea to shut it up.

I still need to do laundry.