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06-28-2014 -- First bit I can remember (quite incompletely) starts with me kind of wandering around in the Buena Park Mall parking lot. I am in the section of the parking lot between Penney's and Sears. I am here to meet some Disney regulars, including some from Disneyland, and some from the Adventurers Club. The only ones I can actually recognize are Bob and Virgina, but there are a bunch. Among them is a rather cute woman who I find myself developing a bit of an interest in. She indicates that they are all about to go out to dinner at one of the Disney restaurants, and I hope that I can afford to join them, and am mentally reviewing my funds, but when I look up, I find they have all started moving, and I am falling behind. I run to try and catch up, and even fly into the air slightly, but I am having a hard time catching up. I chase them around the back of Sears, and over to the La Palma side of the parking lot, before I eventually give up, and just decide to start heading for home, a bit disappointed.

So I start to walk toward home, and soon am in the part of the parking lot between May Company and the May Company Auto Center, right on Dale. I seem to be sort of rearranging a couple of cars, and trying to figure out how to get mine out and drive it home. Unfortunately, Draco Malfoy is standing there insulting me and making fun of me. Even worse, he is doing this while leaning on my shoulder and hovering over me in an overly friendly manner that is just very, very weird.

I get home to a house which is a really strange cross between the Hickory house, the house on Pageant, and the Amidon house, a place I just moved back into a day or so ago. I find that another new roommate moved in this afternoon. It is a strange cross between Cheryl and Brandy, and as soon as I show up she starts bothering me for a favor. She wants me to take the day off work (or more), find a way to get the gas I need, and drive her to somewhere like Miami or Jacksonville, and I can't believe her gall. But it gets worse. She wasn't asking me to drive her to Jacksonville, Florida, but something like Jacksonville MO, or some place several states away like that. I tell her "No ... just ... no!"

I need to go to the bathroom, but I find that the toilets in all three bathrooms are stopped up with crap, stinky and overflowing. Disgusting. And all three of them were fine, yesterday. I figure I will go to get something to eat, but when I reach the kitchen, I find that all my food is missing from the freezer. Some of it is on the stove, but it has mostly already been eaten. Meanwhile, Brandy is crying and complaining because in one of the bathroom mishaps, she ruined the binding on one of her books. I control my temper and offer her a book I have that includes information on how to fix damaged bindings, but she doesn't want to spend any energy repairing it, she just wants to complain about it.

At this point I just want to go to the bathroom and take a shower, but now that Brandy is living here, I don't know if I even feel safe using the bathroom ... I'm afraid I might catch an STD. Meanwhile, as I am making my way into the bathroom and undressing for my shower, somebody manages to force their way into the bathroom. It is a woman who almost looks like a bag lady and her young, spoiled son. I discover the reason Brandy was trying so hard to get me to drive her somewhere was so that I would not discover that she had invited a couple more people to share her room with her. It is the lady and her son that have ruined all the bathrooms and eaten all my food.

I am trying to explain to her that she can't just invite extra people into the place to live with her, while trying not to give too much offense to the lady and her kid, but to be honest, sparing their feelings is not among my top priorities at this time. Brandy's response is that she ask the owner when he gets home. I try to explain that the owner doesn't live here, but it turns out the landlord (who is cross between the guy from the Pageant house and Larry) is not the owner, and the actual owner does live here. I tell Brandy I will probably move out, because this all just isn't ok. Just about that time, the owner and the landlord show up, and while Brandy is badgering the owner about her friend and the kid, the landlord pulls me off to the side to lecture me about paying my rent on time, and warning me that the rent has gone up $10 a week since I last lived here. I wave it off. $85 instead of $75 a week is no big deal ... but what is a big deal is Brandy living here, so I start to explain that I will be moving out again.