When I mentioned I was busy...

...in my last post, I forgot to take the added stress into account. Stress that was just from frustration and stress that made me weak at the knees and lose my appetite. This can't be healthy. Something will have to change in the future or I won't make it much past the top of the hill...

One the things I can actually go into detail about is the apartment situation... I'm moving. Again. But... it's only up two floors. The a-holes that live above me, who have continually stomped whenever I do so much as to flush the toilet, have taken it to a new level now that I've complained a few times. Monday morning I took a 10 minute shower. During these 10 minutes (and only these 10 minutes), the bath water above me (which makes my water temperature change enough for me to have to adjust my temperature) was turned on for a minute, then off for a minute, then on for a minute, then off for a minute, then on for a minute, then off for a minute, then on for a minute, then off for a minute. I thought I was going to commit murder. I have somehow not ever pounded back on the ceiling... don't ask me how. I went straight to the office and complained for probably the fourth time this year, and they realized that they couldn't make the jerks stop, so they agreed to let me move to a top-floor apartment where I could never possibly have this problem again. I'm still unsatisfied that these jerks are getting off with a slap on the wrist... I feel bad for the next tenant in my apartment. This water on-off thing happened again yesterday as well. This crap on top of the work week I've been having is... just... well, indescribable. I'd rather not put down what I really want to say here. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH