I have had 3 hours of sleep. 

This is mainly do to the fact that my upstairs neighbors decided to have a raging party starting at 6am.  I am usually pretty understanding of the need to get inebriated  and stomp around like a babbling idiot to gangsta rap at 6am.  However, today was an exception.  Today the noise needed to stop.

     I wish I could share everything that is going on with y'all, but alas, I can't.  I will tell you that a lot of good things are in the works of happening.  Which pretty much means nothing except that I am working my ass off to reach deadlines, record demo's, get my packages together for several different opportunities, and still prepare for this festival coming up in New Mexico.  There is a very special something in the works, and I am working overtime to see that it happens.  All of this while I am gigging 5 times a week.  It is awesome to be so busy! I just would like to have at least 6 hours of sleep before the hip hop elephants start their circus.

    On top of this, I have two gigs today, both benefits.  One for a friend eaten up with cancer, another for a man who was in a motorcycle accident.  I am going on 7 days straight of gigs, which is a lot. Again, no complaints. . . .except for the 20 people above me partying at 6am.

     Perhaps it is the fact that two days ago my upstairs neighbhors toilet overflowed, causing massive flooding to my apartment that has really made me irritable.  There was an inch of poop water on my floor, my mattress was soaked, my wood furniture ruined, and nearly all of my clothing had to be washed.  Hmm. . maybe that was it.

     The apartment manager said that it was due to a toilet clog, and that it was the tenants fault.  Which I think is kind of bull.  But he suggested I sue her for damages.  I would never do that.  It was an accident.  Shit happens.

     So there I am, awaken at 6am by what sounds like several 300 pound women shaking their salt shakers above me. Laying on the dry side of my mattress, surrounded by bags of laundry, the scent of pine sol disinfectant still lingering in the air, I think to myself, "This is so wrong."

    Now, my neighbors excuse was that, well, she works grave yard.  She should beable to have a party once in awhile.  MY thought was, I went to sleep at 3am.  You are keeping me from sleeping. shut up.

 I don't think that I handled the situation as well as I could have.  In fact, I kind of went up to her apartment and yelled at an entire room of drunk people. Which is never a good idea.  I am really a generally peaceful and loving person.  It's just that edge you know. . everyone has their limits.

    So now the police are involved. Ahhh shit, the PoPo! 

    The only other time I called the cops was when my quadrapalegic neighbhor got into a fight with his upstairs neighbhor over noise.  He came out his door walking. . not very well but still managing, waiving a gun around and freaking out. That was kind of scary. 

 And then there is always the issue of fleas.  The apartment building has a real pest problem, and no matter how much they spray there are still fleas.  And they just raised rent a hundred bucks.  And one of my neighbors saw some guy stealing a car radio out of a car that was in our private car lot. 

I guess I should move.