Boring Saturday

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I've been a good kid today. I've been cleaning my apartment for a good chunk of the day today. Vacuumed, swept, dusted, sorted CDs into alphabetical order to put away, and have done some dishes. I need to do more dishes so that my kitchen is clean(er). My kitchen has been awful as of late. But that's okay, because it's cleaner now. Yay! Oh, and I cleaned the bathroom a bit, too. Good deal! I still have to sort all of the stuff that needs to go down into storage, and then take out all the trash. There's a lot of trash. I'm amazed at how quickly junk mail can pile up and make an apartment look like a shithole.

So how long do my upstairs neighbors have to stomp around before it's legit for me to pound on the ceiling, Mr. Heckles-style? Because these people are DRIVING ME CRAZY. I'm pretty sure they babysit two children on Saturdays, but come on. Break the kids' ankles or something to MAKE THEM STOP STOMPING ON MY CEILING! Have some consideration, please.

J and I cancelled our date for tonight. I'm tired from cleaning all day, and I don't feel like making myself pretty. So I called him to see if he'd be OK with cancelling, and he's fine with it because he's been coughing, and he thinks he's coming down with something. Hooray! Now I don't feel bad about cancelling.

I have now come to the conclusion that my upstairs neighbors have Dance Dance Revolution in their apartment. Fuck them. Fuck them a lot. And fuck who created a home version of that, and fuck the companies and stores for selling it to people who live in apartment buildings. They should have a law that only people in private residences can buy them. This has been going on for at least 45 minutes now, and I have a pounding headache thanks to the THUMP THUMP THUMP of the music and the STOMP STOMP STOMP of their feet. I hate them so much right now, I can't even explain it to you.

I'm putting my new digital camera to good use. Here's the view out of my office window. Except it's actually not "my window," it's the entire wall next to which my desk is placed. Either way, nice view.


Here's a wider shot where you can see the Citibank building, and the Kennedy Expressway (if you know where to look).


Look, boats! There's the Riverbus, and one of the many architectural/tour boats that go up and down the river all day.


And here's my desk. I have little Devil Ducks of all different colors lined up on the CPU, and in the little bamboo shoots off to the right of my monitor I have a little monkey sitting up top. What's nice is that even when I'm not looking out the window, I see the reflection of the city in the window that's perpendicular to "my window." So I can always see outside, even if I'm not trying to look.


And finally, this is my cat. Because every dork with a digital camera needs to take a picture of her cat.


Okay, I just heard some people go down the stairs. The stomping seems to have slowed a bit. Perhaps they're getting tired of Dance Dance Revolution? One can only hope. NOOOOOOOO! They just started up again. OMG, I hate them. HATE THEM!!! The worst part is that they have it set up halfway between the living room and dining room. So if I'm in my dining room on the comptuer, I hear the stomping. If I'm in my living room watching TV, I hear the stomping. I'm seriously getting a headache from this. My windows are rattling. This is fucking ridiculous.

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And that's a great picture of the kitty cat. :)