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2006-02-19 - 11:46 p.m. Stop Screeching at me! Some woman was slumped down sleeping in the vestibule of my building just now. I wouldn't have noticed except for the heavy smoking, until my whole front room and my hair stunk really badly. I opened the front door and said, you don't live here - you've got to go. I live across the street, she said. So, why are you lying around here? I asked. Because of you, she said. What?? Because of you! I went back into my apartment and got my new German Shepherd Dog by the collar and opened the vestibule door. GO AWAY! I yelled. Stop screeching at me, she said...your voice sounds silly. I can yell louder and sound better. Good for you, I said, but I live here, and you don't, and you can't sleep here on the floor, so LEAVE NOW. It's hard to get up, she said. She was wearing black leather clothing and boots, and a wig on her head, and carried a really nice leather bag with three zippered sections. This was a new role for Gretta, who stood there looking dopey, but was impressive for all her 100-lb. bulk and long fur. The woman left and did not return.