For fuck's sake

I made it through the fire without a drop of water damage. Now, thanks to the inconsiderate people upstairs I had water dripping into my bathroom when I got home today. Seems the girls upstairs have some new boyfriends that aren't too clear on the concept of shower curtains. They've been getting increacingly noisy as well, usually picking up steam right about when I go to bed. *sigh* I wish I could afford a penthouse. That would be ideal. The only apartment on top of an otherwise commercial building where everyone goes home at 5pm and no one ever plays loud music or shouts "yahoo!" (don't people who shout "yahoo" realise they are the very reason for the term yahoo?) out the window.

But, all things in, this is much, much better than the studios I lived in. At least here the noise is inconsequential enough that earplugs effectively eliminate it as opposed to a "doof-doof-doof" one could feel or having an upstairs neighbour that played music so loud it actually drowned out my own stereo. Relatively speaking I really like it here, but I guess nothing is perfect. At least within my budget.

And, horray! I am now on vacation. I don't go back to work until January 2^nd. I can finish sorting out the rest of the apartment and finally really get settled in.