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Holy Shit Tuesday, Mar. 27, 2007 - 1:34 a.m. Yesterday and early today has been a day of Holy Shit. I was online, chatting with Dave, around ten thirty yesterday morning, and there was a commotion downstairs. Somebody was buzzing every intercom button in turn and trying to get a response. Finally, whoever was in a hurry to get in finally got in, and they pounded on one of the downstairs apartment doors and yelled. Mrs Finegan poked her head out of her door, and the guy next to us did, too. She shut the door and turned the lock, and next-door guy leaned over and looked down the stairwell to see if he could find out what was going on. It remained a mystery until tonight. John came up the stairs and said "Do you know why there's medical examiner tape across the door of apartment one?" And I said "Holy shit!" It turns out that Jerome, the belovedly quiet man who moved in when Stupid Larry and his Wretched Spawn moved out, died. Goddammit. Jerome was SO nice. He always ALWAYS said hello, and was the most polite conversationalist we've had in the building in a very long time. --- And there's news on Dave's end, too, which I think he wants to write about. His roommate situation has taken a turn that none of us were expecting. Again, verily I say "Holy Shit!" --- Anna Nicole Smith died from an accidental drug overdose, the primary suspect of which was a substance called chloral hydrate. Her idol, Marylin Monroe, died with the same substance in her own system. Holy shit. ---- I happened across an episode of The Andy Griffith Show a moment ago, made in 1967, and one of Opie's middle-school friends was a very young Kay Lenz. It was only the second thing she'd ever done. Holy shit. --- Okay. That's enough. Have a good Tuesday. ---
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