I am going to lose my mind. Boom, boom, boom... rattle, rattle, rattle. Every fucking day it's like living beneath the Ringling Bros. at some point... and on the weekends, things only get worse. As I sit here to vent, screaming and fighting erupts outside my door. It's completely unrelated to the the circus show... completely unrelated to the x-rated show, and this isn't the first time for this one either. It just kinda sucks because as soon as one show stops, another one will start... and I often wind up very tired because these things wake me up almost every time. I can sleep right through my alarm clock, yet people screaming and my walls and bed shaking wake me up every time. There they go again... time to turn on the police scanner. I'm no longer living by my rules. I'm no longer to do what I please because my space is consistantly violated by these disturbances. I had it better when I lived at home with my mother in high school. Alot better. Dammit, where the fuck is L? I haven't been able to get ahold of her for a few days now... should I be worried about it? I will. I always do in cases like this.

Oh well. If there's one thing that can keep me sane, it's my insanity. Lord knows I need an outlet for it though. That's something that's been very hard to find lately.