I’m sure by now you can tell by the font that I’m back in Las Vegas. It’s subtle, but if you look hard enough you can detect more moisture in the San Diego font.

The upstairs prostitute/drug addled neighbors flooded our bathroom for the third time in three weeks. The second time was a few days ago. Water was dripping through the actual ceiling in the living room, not just through the bathroom vent in the ceiling. That was two days ago.

Today I was out and Andy didn’t even bother going upstairs. When the water started pouring in, he called maintenance directly. When the maintenance guy and a girl from the office came down to talk to Andy after seeing the upstairs disaster, they said that there was inches of standing water in the bathroom and girls just laying around on the couch ignoring it.

I’m not even going to start telling you about the roaches that are coming out of everywhere and dying. I mean good job for fumigating and all, but, yuck.

Call me a masochist but, even after all this, I still like our living arrangements here more than the swanky Signature of last baseball season. Yes, I know, I guess I’m just ghetto like that. It’s way cheaper, I can get to my car and escape any time I want (no 20 mile trek to a parking garage or tipping a valet) and I don’t have to deal with throngs of tourists every time I want to go anywhere. I think few roaches, some toilet water pouring into our apartment is worth it. Although I’m a hobo and most might not agree with me.

Also, I’ve been assured that it’s clean toilet water. If it wasn’t, you might be hearing me sing a different tune. It helps too that Andy deals with the “clean” toilet water. If it were the case that I would have to deal with said “clean” water, you for sure would be hearing a different tune. To say I don’t like dealing with toilets and their water is an understatement.

In other non toilet related news, my mom has almost completed the transaction to sell her house, my childhood home. She should be moving to San Diego in August or sooner. I’m flying to Chicago Thursday to help with the mammoth garage sale, visit with relatives and help clean anything that needs to be cleaned.

We’ll have to see what the Chicago font looks like.