It's 11pm

And whoever it is that lives above me is vacuuming.

Seems like out of common courtesy things like that shouldn't happen. I suppose that's one of the major downfalls about living in an apartment. That and paying rent and coming out of it owning absolutely nothing.

I think I'd really like a small house with a fenced in yard and a dog. Although, that seems very adult and probably hard to obtain. It's not like I have a lot of money and getting more loans doesn't seem like something I want to do anytime soon.

So, I guess I'll have to live with the late night vacuumers. I suppose I'm happy it's not something else I have to listen to. Like loud sex or Latino music like my old place.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

End Blog.