Where it's at

 Obviously, I'm not with N anymore (as usual, more on that later, gonna keep the vibe positive) and moved to Arizona City, an unincorporated town with one stoplight. I know that's trope-ish but it's the reals. Out in the middle of the desert--about 3 miles from west I-10--it's almost exactly between Tucson and Phoenix. 

I live in a 55+ community. When I was looking for places, I was adamant about finding a place where I didn't have to deal with some jackass flexing a subwoofer out in the parking lot or a couple screaming at each other at 3 AM. 

We're all a bunch of beer-drinking, weed-smoking Boomers. Every night, the Boomers gather in the courtyard to drink, smoke, and listen to classic rock (they're not enamored with my rather eclectic taste and will only accept my mixes when they're desperate for tunes), gossiping as only old folks can. 

The party usually ends well before 10 PM, maybe later during the weekend. Last night they were doing shots of bourbon and I had to bow out. Needing to be online at 7:30 AM, I can't do that to myself.

Here's my 9 for 8/15/23:

Sheila comes back to me Sheila comes back to me Sheila comes back to me Sheila comes back to me Sheila comes back to me Sheila comes back to me Sheila comes back to me Sheila comes back to me Sheila comes back to me

Question: does c/p count in this equation or is that cheating the system? Usually I write it out but it seems like I took a shortcut tonight. Catholic boy me, I'll probably do penance in a few minutes and write my 9 out, letting the univers know I'm fucking serious...