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Tonight we strike
There is thunder in the sky
Together we'll fight
And some of us will die
But they'll always remember
That we made a stand
And many will die
By my hand

There are some nights where the simple 'no guts, no glory' approach of Manowar fits frighteningly well. The walkthrough for the apartment was tonight... and it is now painfully clear that the Manager, Janet, no longer cares at all. She gave the apartment a cursory walk, shrugged and said "Looks good to me." And then she wandered back out. I hadn't realized how badly the deteriouration of the neighborhood had affected her. The long-term consequences of Jennifer's death (the original lesasing agent for the complex) are more severe than any of us could have foretold. I like Janet, and it's sad to see things come to this.

The gear that got put in Crystal's truck got offloaded to the trailer tonight, and about half of what was in the Explorer got unloaded as well. I need to clear some of the debris out of the way so that proper unpacking can commence. At least I'll have music to listen to; I get to reap the benefits of having uncased and set up both the computers and the entertainment center as we were setting furniture in place. There's a -lot- to do. And I'm so very tired.

And many will die
By my hand