365 -- Day 9 --- 9/5/10

Regardless, of the elderly status of the window -- which matched the rest of the house -- opened faithfully, with out a whisper of protest. Swinging one of my exceedingly long legs, out of the window, prepared me to swing the other one over three feet, to a latch on the bathroom's shutters. With a sense of experience, I grabbed the gutter's drain, which I maintain for this very feat, and slid old faithful shut. 

My feet picked themselves down the side of the house, in till I reached the bottom, which happened to be covered in a dull, backwash brown corpse of grass.

What the hell is this kid doing?

Why does it seem like it's this lady's sole goal in life is to turn my life into a hellish torment?