is that what I think it is?

Forgive me readers for what you are about to read:

Yesterday it was pointed out to me that actually was a nasty glob of puke strewn out across the walkway. Ewgh, I think those are olives,... ewgh! Thanks Grace, I didn't want to actually acknowledge that.

OK, so either I'm just way too tired or there is just too many things pent-up inside me... but you know it's bad when in your dreams you start cleaning up the neighbors' puke mess out on the sidewalk in front of your apartment. That's right, I dreamed that I had hosed off the puke that is right outside my doorstep (well, and to the right a little). The thing is, that pathway is never clean. There is either a plethora of puke, broken glass, and or cigarette butts strew out across it. At any given time, it wouldn't be odd to see all three, considering those neighbors throw a party every Thursday or Friday night and have people hanging off the balcony talking way-too-loud over the next one talking way-too-loud. Needless to say, we (my flatmates and I) do not spend the weekends in our apartment. I don't know what is worse, the fear of being puked upon, or that of slipping in the fresh puke on the walk way? You pick. They are both sick, I know... and if I write anymore about this I'm going to be sick myself.