I FEEL SO AWKWARD I COULD DIE!!

OK SO!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Our downstairs neighbor got a puppy three days ago, and in true puppy form whenever left alone it cries and barks. Since it started I have felt so sad the lonely puppy but completely understand. Let's not forget that not long ago the huge beast living in my house known as Booker was a crying pup himself only wanting love and attention. All night tonight Amy (a new unofficial addition to the apartment), Michelle, and I went back and forth on the subject with them talking about how annoying it was and me not finding it annoying and just feeling bad for the dog.
Finally Michelle decided enough was enough and went downstairs and posted a note on the door the read as follows
"Hello Neighbor,
Being a dog own myself, I understand how difficult it is to leave new dogs on their own and NOT have them bark uncontrollably :)
However, in this difficult time of the year, and in my semester, I cannot help but be bothered by the constant barkes and cries of your dog.
I'll be leaving for winter break very shortly so it won't be a problem for a while but once that gets over with, the barking simply cannot be happening like it has been. It's been quite unbearable and impossible to sleep with.
Thank you,
Your neighbors"

It should have said your neighbor. None the less Michelle went to sleep and Amy and I studied until I wanted to go sleep so Amy got ready to leave. We walked towards my front door and when I opened it I found my downstairs neighbor walking towards my apartment with a paper in his hands. He handed me the paper and said "this is for you". I opened it, saw it was Michelle's not with added commentary and said "I'll make sure she gets it when she's awake, thanks" and he walked back downstairs.

INSTANTLY I WAS MORTIFIED!!! HE TOTALLY THINKS THAT I WROTE THE LETTER OR AGREED WITH IT AND PROBABLY THINKS THAT AMY IS MICHELLE. SOOOO We walk down towards Amy's car feeling incredible awkward and just laughing at the entire situation. When we walk past his patio he opens the sliding door and lets out the dog in question and probably (hopefully) hears us talking about how incredible awkward I feel and I wish i could just roll up and die.
I return upstairs with my heart in my throat and read the response
"To whom it may concern,
I think you'd be suprised at what you hear living on the bottom floor. The sobbing. The obnoxious laughter, the party that you had a couple weeks back [side note: the party was not michelle and me but the people next to us]. The point is you often keep me up at night as well and while it's not exactly convenient you pay to live here just as I do and I'm not about to tell you how to behave in your home so I ask that you please not tell me how to behave in mine. Please stop with the notes on my car* and in front of my home
Thanks!"

*To explain, he was parking in our parking spot for a while and Michelle left and angry note on his car.

SO ME - Kevin! Mr. Not-at-all-bothered-by-dog who in fact defended the dog ALL NIGHT! Is not the face of the anti-dog campaign and actually had to face the neighbor...

I have never felt more awkward in my entire life.
Meanwhile, Michelle is dead a sleep and has NO idea any of it happened.

Oy

It's bananas...I die

Tonight I had full intention of going to bed early and almost succeeded. After making a slew, yes a slew, of latkes for my shockingly Amy-less apartment I fell asleep at an over dramatic 9:15. Now comes that part when you look at the time stamp on this entry and say "Oh gosh Kevin...you always find yourself in these kooky situations." I know I know, but this blog was birthed out of a sleepless night seemingly ages ago so...yeah!
Tomorrow is the first rehearsal of my latest theatrical endeavor Leading Ladies by Ken Ludwig. Regretfully I must say that I haven't been exactly amazing in the process thus far. My articles have been late and poorly written and my ideas, though good ideas, are few and far between. I have this notion (who uses the word notion?) that when I'm finally lead dramaturg on a show I'll come up with this master calendar including a list of assignments for any potential assistant and be all up to date and fantastic. Will this come true? probably not. But it would be amazing if I could pull it off. Leading Ladies will be interesting because it's working with a director who isn't part of the faculty at the University. There's is this part of the process as dramaturg, especially as assistant dramaturg, where you wonder: Will this director like me? Am I helping at all or am I just brooding over trivial notes that could make the show better in the corner? What if this director has no idea what a dramaturg is?
This danger is incredibly because the director isn't from the University and thus has no background with the degree. She did have a dramaturg for the last she directed, a wonderful snaffoo called Company; however, the situation was different because I think that that dramaturg's dramaturgy is a little less aggressive than mine is.
I'm going to pretend to write a review for my portfolio and then go to bed.
NO CLASSES TOMORROW!