7 straight days of listening to the downstairs neighbor play guitar. I thought i was used to it, but it has been relentless lately. 8 am to midnight, sometimes later. I think I'm going to help him look for a job. I cant deal with it non stop.

I haven't been on for almost a week, its been strange. I don't think I've been this sick in years. the amount of cold medicine I have consumed over the past 5 days should be more than enough to destroy anything in my system. I fear that I will have to break down and to to the Doctor. I don't want to, but at a certain point I just have to give up and let someone else try.

I think that cleaning my house has become therapy for me. My downstairs neighbor likes to play acoustic guitar from the moment he wakes up, until 11 or so at night. the only thing that seems to disrupt is running the vacuum in my apartment. It tends to stop it for a good 30 min. One can only run the vacuum for so long before getting bored with it. Tonight is no exception, its is hard enough to concentrate on this blog, I must get back to cleaning things.

Beautiful weather until I get a day off, it seems to never fail. I love snow, but not this sleet and rain stuff. I guess today is an editing day.

things have a way of repeating themselves. first thing today at work, first customer, already someone complaining. "I bought this yesterday... its broken." No, its not broken, you just didn't look at the directions. and you were here a week ago. so close. So begins my day.