Posthuman Blues

Today was on the hellish side. The only encouraging news is that my apt. manager overheard my neighbors on one of there not-infrequent rampages and gave them two months to get out. (My telling her I had almost decided to move didn't hurt.)

In a moderately sane world they'd be gone tomorrow, but apparently there are legal protocols; you can't just kick people onto the street to brave the bone-chilling sixty-degree "winter" cold. Too bad.