disaster upon disaster

It's 11:30 in Westwood, KC, and Dan is already asleep. Outside, it's as bad or worse as everywhere else in this country on Saturday night...actually, it's much worse. Streets are cordoned off. Cops and armed, hired thugs check IDs at entrances to the barricades. Sluts in push-up bras appear, ready for ogling. Meatheads in polo shirts line the walls, sidewalks, urinals, floors, cars, trees, fences, bars, tables, patios, toilets, benches, and streets, waiting for action to maybe happen. This environment is decidedly not fun, even if you're from New York. Things are best left to chance and sleep, certainly not to effort.

Meanwhile, I've officially terminated my lease. Landlord is kicking me out on or before 7/31, leaving me 30 days to find a new place and move into it. However, employer is requesting my presence at an event in a faraway state for the last few days of the month, horrifically complicating everything.

I really just want to be left alone.