I'm worried I might be evil. Not evil in a Beelzebub, demon-spawn kind of way, but "evil" in a wicked sort of waked. No, not wicked in a Laman and Lemuel hit-your-brother-with-a-rod sort of way ... but I digress.
Last night I was woken to strange sounds and what appeared to be some sort of disco a few houses down. I thought maybe it was a holiday lighting experiment gone awry, but when I look out the front door, I could see a huge firetruck blocking the street. This morning, I came to find out that the neighbors had a fire in the basement. Fortunately, other than some smoke inhalation by the one person who was home, everything was okay. Driving by today, there's no visible evidence that there was a fire.
I texted my sister and troll in residence about what had happened. She replied: "Oh dear! Should we do something neighborly?"
My response: "Like what? Get them a smoke detector?"
See, that's what I mean by wicked. That's the kind of response that would make my dad roll his eyes say my name, but draw it out into two long, disapproving, syllables, "Joo-ohhn", while rolling his eyes.
So sorry world, for being wicked. I'll try to behave.