The Amityville Horror house (the real one) was having an "everything must go" sale today. I got an aluminum baseball bat, a string of Christmas lights, and a Denis Leary book. Spooky.
Edit: On another note, it's awesome when your significant other comes home drunk 5 hours after she "wasn't going to stay long" at her friends house, and I'm somehow the asshole because I don't want to go drunk drive to the beach 40 mins away, at 12:30 at night.
Fuck.