Stanzi brought me some chocolate fudge. It was like slightly solid mousse. Two pieces almost killed me, and I like me some chocolate.

Some fuckwit was playing loud — REALLY loud — music outside our building this morning at 5 AM. Classic rock, to be exact. I don’t know if it was a car stereo or what, but it was loud enough that even with all the windows closed I could sing along with “Lager And Ale” word for word.