Get yer hands off me you damn dirty ape…

It’s morning for me, for the third time.

These creatures sleep in shifts, probably for safety in an unknown environment. Now while it’s easy for me to sleep though a continual high level of noise, a sudden and loud sound in silence will awaken me. Therefore I was awoken at 3am, 5am, and 7am as each shift changed.

Add to this the fact that I’ve developed a full-on head cold and that my sinuses feel as if someone filled them with quickset concrete, and it’s easy to see why I’m not in the best of moods this morning.

Another thing I have noticed about these creatures is that they seem to spend a great deal of time either making fun of something they don’t understand or griping about the same. An example of this was the half an hour of laughing as one of them discovered Vivian’s “Shalom on the Range” cookbook. This prompted all sorts of “jewish” anecdotes in regards to the house and the people who live in it.

The biggest gripe so far seems to deal with the fact there are no computers set up here anymore. See, Larry advertises the house as having three computers set up with high speed internet access and hasn’t changed this yet. We don’t do that anymore do to the last few groups of primates who managed to screw them up to the point that one was thrown out and the others needed several hours of maintenance that I’m just not willing to do, so that I can do it again in a week.

Now it appears that one has successfully broken into the garage, which is off limits even according to the papers they signed, and has been going on about the “old Austin Martin down there.” First off, it’s not an Austin Martin, it’s a Jaguar XJ12. Secondly, get the hell out of my basement.

I’m trying to figure out how to punish these apes for breaking the rules. I think I’ll come blasting up in the Wag here in an hour or so and run into the garage. When asked, I’ll mention that the alarm went off and I just drove up from Denver to check on things.