Around 45 minutes ago (4:20am) the janitor was out, shoveling, right outside my windows. He's trying to scare me again. They have been trying as careful as they can to not trigger me in obvious ways that other people could hear. My pdoc said last year that they wouldn't kill me because it's too much trouble - well I think it wouldn't be much trouble at all. The janitor probably does you- know-what just thinking about it.

Hopefully I'll know soon which I should do first - the massive dental stuff, or my move. If there's a place that's really inexpensive to have awful dental work done in my target city, I could be ready to move this weekend.