Oh, listen to the charming music: "I'll be home for Chistmas..." Uh, yeah, right.

There I was, cat-napping before making dinner--after an afternoon divided between blogging, cleaning house and washing dirty knickers...when....

BA-BOOM-BOOM=BOOM=BA--BOOM! Yeah, the kids in the building are blasting the old stereo just as loud as they possibly can! I hate heavy metal!!! So much for a nap and a quiet Christmas dinner! Home for the holidays...Ha! I hate living in an apartment...gosh I miss having a home of my own. Ah well, at least if the furnace and/or hot water heater breaks, roof leaks, pipes freeze, etc..., it's the landlord's headache, not mine. But with with this blasted toothache (which I think has infected my sinus'), the old boom-box reverberating the walls of the entire building (you can even hear it out on the blinking street outside) I"m not having a peaceful Christmas...if I were rich, I'd grab a cab, and pack off to a motel for a few hours, just to get some peace and quiet!

Ah well, will just have to play Christmmas Invasion at full blast to hear it properly...like to take those blasted thoughtless brats and dump my mop bucket over their heads! Not a very Christmassy sentiment, is it? Okay, I will forgive them for being mindless inconsiderate little rugrat gits...for about 10 minutes...then I go back to hating them! ;)