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2007-11-24 - 11:44 p.m. Better than Starbucks! I haven't made an entry in a long time, but this one just wrote itself. The new slumlord's mexican illegal workers are renovating the apartments upstairs from me, which means power drills and hammering and yelling and singing songs. I wanted a quiet Thanksgiving weekend...Not one, but two freaky things happened...I was sitting outside reading a book of short stories, la, la la, a beautiful day, and then me and the German Shepherd Dog headed inside. There was a crash...and the four-foot-wide iron cone from the top of the chimney five stories up landed on the chair I had just been sitting on!!! Whaaa! My skull could have been shaven off! I dragged it out into the middle of the hallway with a note on it, and called "management" to tell them the top of the chimney nearly clocked me...oh, but this gets better. Same day. I'm sitting on my sofa writing in my journal, and I hear blip! blip! blip! and I see the dog staring up at the ceiling. It takes me a while to realize there's something leaking through the tiny little cracks up above. I went upstairs and yelled at the workers, "STOP! You're coming through my ceiling!!" The foreman on the job ran down and looked at my journal...it was kinda funny, because his worker touched the surface, and put his finger to his nose, and said, "Coffee?" Someone upstairs had turned over a cup of coffee and it leaked into my living room. My sofa smells like coffee. My living room smells like coffee. My work gf Lorraine was coming into the city today for a church rehearsal for her daughter's wedding and I called her to stop by and bring coffee cups and just sit on my couch. Coffee comes free from above.