The Return of the 24-hour Party People...

...I got woken up again. 3 am. The jerkwads on the balcony. I called the cops again. This time the police didin't even show up, and the bastids kept the party going allllllll night long. They were doing tequila shots out of the bottle when I walked past them this morning at 7 on my way to work, dammit. One waved at me, since I was glaring daggers at them from the street, and I yelled back, "You kept me awake AGAIN last night!!" and stalked off. Not the brightest thing for me to do; now they'll know it's me calling 911 when they have parties.
(Which is apparently every week now--no use predicting the days, either. Tuesdays. Wednesdays. Weekends. Thus the moniker I use for them; they really do seem to party 24 hours a day.)

Maybe I can talk to my apartment manager about speaking to their landlord; this really can't keep going on. I can't be the only one on the block being driven nuts about this. Meanwhile, my only other strategy is to sic the cops on them every time I get blasted awake at 3, 4, 5 am... A friend of mine tells me that enough 911 calls ensures a fine for the offending property, and maybe money will talk when common civility won't.

I was kinda grouchy and out of sorts yesterday anyway. Now I am royally pissed off...and tired, dammit, so tired...

Still tired, but hanging on...

...Once I'm actually working my brain gets into gear a little more easily...for which I'm very grateful. Good thing, too, since I've been Ms Bossy-pants for people on break today.

Besides, new Knitty's out...I've been having trouble trying to see the patterns though; perhaps they're giving the website a tweak or something. At least the spinning section's readable...And speaking of spinning, I forgot to mention that my friend Peat went a bit seriously nuts while visiting Europe and sent back to Ben the Neighbor...a spinning wheel. A very pretty Kromski spinning wheel, all the bits except for a couple of wheel bits and the string the cat ate. On top of this he also sent back lots and lots and LOTS of Icelandic wool. Jeepers, he musta mugged every sheep in Iceland he could find!!! The upshot: Peat would like me to teach him HOW to spin, since he's never tried it before. Ooh, this could get ugly...but maybe I can buy the wheel and wool and whatnot off him if things don't go well.

So, things to cheer me up as I walk around in circles and such...