The downstair's neighbor's dog woke me up yapping out of control -- as usual. I love animals, but I hate that dog.

Early mornings are now getting cold. I realize that low temps in the 40s may not seem super cold to some people, but they are too cold for my taste.

I had a strange dream that involved trying to ride two bicycles, not getting the water I ordered, and Homer Simpson thinking he had to knock himself unconscious.