Grr.

God, I fuckin' hate it when I can hear the girl upstairs and her boyfriend or whatever being noisy. I can hear yelling from upstairs, and the repeated dropping of something. And the occasional crash. And someone being kicked out. Good, maybe they'll actually be quiet.

I've been looking over my journal. Damn, I write a lot. In the beginning, I didn't seem to write a lot in an individual entry, but I would write more than one in a day. But lately I've been writing things that are incredibly long and possibly challenge my readers. Well, tough.

I suddenly can't type so well.

I am happy that there are about a gazillion comments on my last entry. Well, okay, ten. And some of them are my own in reply to ones posted by someone else.

I should go to bed. Or something.