The Twilight Zone...

I'm not really sure what is happening today, but I think I might kill someone. I think God is playing tricks on me, because I'm otherwise thinking that I've woken up in Hell.

As I write, there are about 17 Mexicans (I'm being serious) doing who knows what in the apartment above me. That would be the apartment that the loud sexaholic just moved out of. I presume they are cleaning it, but for some reason they chose Easter Sunday at 6:30 AM to start cleaning. I've heard banging, screaming, crying children, and terrible Latin pop music for the last 5 hours. I even went driving around Nashville for over an hour and they are still up there. They have some little kid who, I swear, weighs 200 pounds running around between the parking lot and the apartment. The people at the leasing office are going to hear about this tomorrow.

During my little road trip while trying to escape the madness, I ended up driving down Blakemore only to witness around 100 women power walking while hula-hooping. Yep, hula hooping. 100 women. And they all were wearing hot pink feather boas and some even had tu-tus on. Again, I'm hoping this is all just a dream.

I'm also getting ready to go to a family Easter dinner. The following text conversation took place this morning:

Sara: Do I need to bring anything today?
Family: Bring Mexican beer. I'm afraid we might run out of wine.
Sara: How much wine do you have?
Family: 4 bottles
Sara: For how many people?
Family: 3

Please pray for me.