today began poorly. i was awakened this morning by the sound of shrieking. gosling was engaged in an emotionally charged phone conversation with his mother. his speech had reached a frequency high enough to achieve vowel formant compression, so exact words were hard to make out, but as far as i could tell the cause of his distress was this: his mother had at one point promised to give him an amount, but now, due to an unexplained occurrence, she planned to give him a smaller amount. while i appreciate that gosling was upset about his reduced handout, i felt that some of the phrasing he chose failed to advance the discourse in any sort of meaningful way (goddamned witch cunt seemed particularly unproductive). anyway, gosling had decided that six was an appropriate time to have this conversation, so instead of reflecting on his appalling sense of entitlement, i went back to sleep.
today began poorly for a second time. i was awakened this morning by the sound of shouting. joseph, it seemed, had let the cat out; but rather than going out and just sort of retrieving her for a bit, he stuck his head up the staircase and yelled, "hey! hey! your cat is outside!" for nearly a minute while i plugged my ears and thought about the time i watched my grandmother blast a small, perpetually yipping dog off its feet with a water cannon.
today ended poorly. i came home after a sedate evening of industrializing western germany to find that someone had filled the house with smoke again. if i had any sort of graphic design ability, i would make up a pamphlet with the heading "have you considered outside?", and fill it with useful statistics about monoxide inhalation and a punchy graphic showing all of us burning to death because someone forgot to reactivate the smoke detector.
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