Let's Lynch the Landlord

I drove Girlfriendo to from Lincoln Park to the Target on Peterson near Damen. It was probably the longest ride I have done on a scooter with a passenger. It went well. The Stella is much more stable than the Elite. Speaking of the Elite, tomorrow I will have to walk it from Broadway to Damen. And two blocks south. It won't be as bad as last time, when I had to walk it from Montrose and Broadway. A mile and a half of walking with a scooter isn't the most thrilling event to look forward to, though.
After dropping her off, I went home. My plan was to shower before going to find a cup of coffee to wake me up. I altered my plan to include a 20 minute nap. Unfortunately, those 20 minutes turned into 3 hours. I was almost late for work...
So I'm working today. It was supposed to be my day off but then the girl taking the evening shift presumably can't come in until 6 or can't come in at all. I was looking forward to the day off but now I'll have to wait until Saturday.
So this extended nap I took... One of the reasons I couldn't wake up was because of a dream I was having: it was a nightmare, but not the in the conventional sense. Until this dream, i had never met this landlord. Turns out, she's a conniving bitch. For instance, she let me watch as she installed fake circulating vents. When I asked what would happen if my roommate came home drunk, turned on the stove, then passed out, leaving me at the mercy of the gas fumes, she said I would probably die.
I'm trying to remember more of the crazy things she was doing but my brain isn't having it.
After this abbreviated workday, I'm going to Reckless to spend money on things I don't need. Today, Sundowner came out with another album. Sundowner is Chris McCaughan from the Lawrence Arms. Whether or not it's a masterpiece is beside the point-- I'm looking for a familiar voice singing about familiar places.