Yikes, so apparently stuff went down at the condo association while I was in Guatemala. There was a domestic violence call, a so-called music fiasco, a shouting match regarding a disputed meeting place, and three people are talking about moving out. I really should get out of here too. Maybe my cowsin M can get into one of these condos, though, and that will be the start of the V********* family compound.

I'm watching more synchronized diving, and I'm hungry. Unfortunately, I don't know what to eat.