I have come to the conclusion that I hate fireworks...or, maybe I just hate the insensitive pricks who shoot them off in residential neighborhoods for two freaking hours! I was lying there in bed...trying to get to sleep...but it's too hot and I can't breathe because my nose is stuffed up...and there are at least four insensitive (insert string of colorful expletives here)'s shooting off fireworks on at least two sides of my house. I'm talking, within walking distance... I'm talking, within I-can-watch-the-show-from-my-balcony distance.

Y'know, I probably wouldn't mind so much if it were just one person/family and it were for one night only...but this BS has been going on since Friday! Friday night I could hear the fireworks from Romney Stadium, last night it was people somewhere in town, and tonight it's people in my own freaking back yard!

Maybe I wouldn't hate it so much if I didn't have to get up at dark thirty to deliver the local newsrag, but not everyone is lucky enough to have the 4th of July off.

But that's okay...For New Years, I'll be sure to purchase a large quantity of the largest, loudest, most obnoxious explosives legally available to the civilian public and set them off one-by-one so they last for...oh, how does three hours sound?