Mowed the grass for the first time this year without having to pop wheelies and stall out on huge grass buildup in the mower. Pretty neat, took me about 30 minutes as opposed to over an hour. I am trying to keep this yard looking nice since it sounds like the landlords may be posting this old nag up for rent any time now. It will be bitter sweet leaving this house. I feel strangled by Charlie's puppies (hairballs), moldy window casings, piss ants marching through the bathtub and along my bedroom walls, and now the unbeatable smell of a cat litter box. I don't really help things by wearing my shoes inside and leaving beer cans scattered about. It really does give the little place an ambiance that a downtown hipster probably has to pay an interior decorator for. Maybe that could be my next gig... helping trustfund babies look like poor white trash. Maybe I shouldn't throw out those beer cans quite yet. (or join the minions of Rose Park at the local can deposit, it's not enough to see them at work, got to socialize on the off-days too). Anyway, the lawn is now mowed. Step number 1 in getting the heck out of this place so I can go destroy a house I own.