Hmmm. Slightly annoyed with the blog so far.

I am home from work today. I have made an executive decision that if I don't get any sleep (and this being not my choice) I will not go into work any longer. Last night was so fun. My downstairs neighbour decided to come home on a 4 (today would be day 4) day binge and to celebrate this homecoming, decided to scream, yell, swear, threaten, slam doors, drink, and in general make everyone in the whole neighbourhood's life hell. Since my employers are the only ones with the power to move me or move her, I guess they have to decide if they like me at work or at home.

I have recently found out (via the internet), that I need to gain 20 to 50 lbs for my height. I knew that, I just chose to ignore it. I think I would wish to only gain 20, because I have small bones. So I have recently started trying to add calories, in a healthy way, to my diet. I eat a non-fat fruit bar, flax seed oil, a boost meal replacement, and a fruit milk shake every day now, as well as my normal fair. If I manage to gain even 11 lbs, I will be at my heaviest weight ever and will be able to do cardio exercise!! Of course, nauseau brought on by stress rules my life, and I don't know if I will be able to maintain this eating regime. I won't name any names for this but I will say if a certain person that lived underneath me moved away, I would probably be at a much healthier weight.

How stupid. I deleted some posts that happened but they are still there. Oh well. It happened because at first they wouldn't show up. Now they show up too much. Today is pajama day. I wonder how many people will show up naked.

Today is Monday. I found out that my lovely neighbour tried to break into my house on Friday. I was home on Friday, but fighting a nasty sinus infection which had me drugged up with sleepy sleepy medicine. I know there was a party going on in her house, and around it, I kept drifting in and out of conciousness and had a very fitful sleep. I vaguely remember hearing people trying to break into my house from the connecting door, but was unsure it was real or not. On Sunday, my other neighbour (beside me, not underneath me, very nice artistic fella') mentioned that he was woken up (which he rarely ever is, he can sleep through anything) by them trying to break into my house (so they were very noisy break-in people). He said he was going to come and knock and check on me, but since it ws 2 am and I wasn't screaming, he didn't. Had he known I was laying completely dosed on my bed, I think he probably would have. I am angry that I missed a good opportunity to phone the police on my neighbour. I will try to phone today instead.

Sunday morning, I'm up with the lark.
I think I'll take a walk in the park.

Oh, there is no park? And I forgot to set my alarm so really I slept in a bit and the birds were all up already? And I have hours and hours of housecleaning to do because this is the dustiest place on earth? And I have to go into work for at least a few hours to prepare for work next week?

Nice Sunday.

It's almost 9 pm. It's 28 degrees celsius outside. Last weekend it was so cold any water outside froze.
People have been running around in my yard all day. Sometimes they are having a water fight, sometimes they are yelling at each other, sometimes they are being spectators to what is going on next door, and sometimes they go next door. I hope they stop before I want to sleep.

I am living in the most nightmarish situation, worse than when I lived with the roommate who decided the best way to help me deal with possibly the worst health situation I have ever been in was to scream at me continuously. I am completely helpless to change the situation as well. Everyone around me knows the situation I am in and sympathisizes with my plight, but it is as if they are waiting for something really bad to actually happen before something is done. Some things have happened and I have had to call the police, and once move out of my house for 2 weeks, but I guess these are not serious enough. Here, if a situation is difficult, things are stalled, and my situation is stalled. I moved out for 2 weeks in October, and things were supposed to be done then, but weren't. I am now anxiously waiting and listening to the noises going on below me, waiting to see if they mean what I hope they mean and if they are the opening for the dreaded final scene, which I fear may cause me mental and perhaps physical anguish.
They leave me here, they know no one else would put up with it, they know I am either strong enough to deal with it or too spineless to demand something be done about it.

There are some places on this earth where time does not mean quite the same thing as it does elsewhere. Especially it does not mean what it means in North America. I am in one of those places now, but since this place is located in North America, everything is even more squeued. We have come to calling it 'clock time' and 'event time.' People are confused by this concept, especially since our jobs are dependant on both. This can sometimes be quite irksome, especially when deadlines are given. Deadlines are often misinterpreted. One never knows if it is a clock time deadline, or an event time deadline. It can be annoying either way. For example, if you are given a deadline and you completely live up to it only to arrive fully prepared and the deadline really is next week sometime and you have to wait around and look like you are busy until then so everyone can catch up to you. Or, on the other side, if you have a publication due to go out, the submissions are really due on clock time, no matter what other event time things are going on, then you are really screwed if everyone takes the deadline to be an event time.

Hmmm, work is.

Recently I have run into a blog by an ex colleague of mine, and have become addicted. It seems weird, since I didn't really know her that well, and neither her nor I are working at that company anymore. She has all these links on her page to all these other people, and apparently they read each other's blogs everyday, or as often as they can. Her friends have a lot of weddings, or are planning for weddings or babies or something, they seem to be all early 20's, and I find it all overwhelmingly fascinating. I feel like a voyeur though, it isn't my life and they aren't my friends, but I feel totally cut off from the rest of the world where I am right now, physically and mentally, and it gives me some link with what I think is the real world.