In what passes all belief, I actually received a letter today from Clement W. Pyles, Attorney-at-Law, containing an actual check from my Crazy Ex Landlord! Staggeringly, it didn't even seem to be written with exploding ink or be sprinkled with anthrax spores or anything! Granted, the check still has to clear the bean-counters at the bank before I can consider the case officially closed- and I wouldn't put it past Isabella to pull some sort of deranged last minute stunt- but it appears that I am finally done with my C.X.L. and all her attendant lunacy, a mere 183 days after I won my judgment, 543 days after I left that apartment!

For reasons best known to Isabella, she actually wrote the check for a full twenty seven dollars above the agreed sum, although I'm guessing that whatever those reasons are, they probably have something to do with the vast raging gulf of insanity between her ears.

She also got the date wrong.


Naturally, with all those long-anticipated simoleons rattling around the old banco accounto, I felt somewhat indulgent coming home from work. I stopped by Target (it sounds classier if you give it a French pronunciation: tar-JAY) and I must admit I went a little bit overboard- I got a box of Hello Kitty (R) bandaids, on Clearance for only $2.48! You just know a boo-boo has to get better that much quicker if you give it a Hello Kitty (R) bandaid... This only stands to reason.