I Must Be Grumpy in meh...

I have nothing good to say today.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
I’m not feeling being cordial to anyone.
I had an unpleasant run in with one of my new neighbors on Saturday night/Sunday morning (because he was drunk and talking shit). I come home from work yesterday and they were blasting music from the time I got home to well after I went to bed. I shut my bedroom door, but could still hear some of it. When i woke up I don’t know when to go to the bathroom, it was still going.
That is a no no. I don’t play music right now because I know how thin that wall is between our places. If it weren’t for the fact that I wanted to shove him with my hand in his face I would talk to him. I’d rather talk to the other one.

That’s one of the problems you face when people are at home all fuckin day. They don’t respect other people around them. If I say something I want to say it to Mr. Bobby. His, boyfriend I guess, Mr. George, has rubbed me the wrong way already.

Anyway…People are calling at work and being ridiculous. I need time off.
Yep. That’s what I need. Time off. And a soundproof wall.