Head 'em up, move 'em out

Just a couple more weeks and I'll make like a fetus and head out. I love this place, but it's getting too crammed. I recently decided to shift things around a bit, but it's not helping much. Standing on my head most of the time is not what I would call comfortable. Anyways, I'll blog again when I find the time... getting ready to move is never fun; just ask the people next door!

My Ears are Burning...

Last night I overheard someone, presumably a blog reader, that said I only had two posts. Well, just for her, here's a new update. Things are hunky dory down here: the climate is warm, the music is good, and this cord attached to me does wonders. If I get hungry, I get cranky, so I start banging around in hopes that the magical cord will do its trick. Sure enough after a bit of complaining and cord yanking, the juice starts flowing. It's quite trippy actually. I'm not eating but something is flowing. In the words of Tupac Shakur, it's all good.

Maybe this move I'm contemplating is a bit premature. Perhaps I'll stay around a little longer.

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Annoying Neighbors

As if people tapping on the wall isn't enough, last night my "neighbors" (if that's what you want to call them) blared music through the walls for about half an hour. It had to be on purpose.... no one puts speakers up against the wall for no apparent reason. Their taste in music isn't all that bad, but it's the principle of the matter. No one needs music up that loud. To top things off, though, I got a severe case of the hiccups last night. Instead of offering help, all those freakin' people did was laugh at me! The inconsiderate nature of these people baffles me. Looking forward to the move... current lease is up in a month. Anything would be better than the constant noise barrage I have to live through currently.

Geez, I'm crammed in here

My pad keeps getting smaller and smaller. There's now far less room to maneuver around, and geez, talk about noisy. The walls are paper thin. I keep hearing the same two voices over and over again: they keep calling me "Little Dude" and sometimes will tap on the walls. I generally respond with a resounding kick or jab, although that doesn't shut them up. In fact, it only amuses them. I'm planning a move in about 4-5 weeks. Hopefully it will be a little less noisy, but nothing can beat the thermostat in here!