Things aren't going well.  I can't get anyone to do anything about the noise from the neighbors upstairs. The loud buzzing alarm is now joined with extended vacuuming in the wee hours, multiple times a day, often beginning at 3:30 am. The police tell me to contact the condo board, the board tells me to call the police, their landlord doesn't think it's a problem. None of them are trying to function on a few hours of interrupted sleep per night.

    The CD with my entries I sent to Louisiana State University's Animals in Art  Exhibit didn't work on their computer, so my work wasn't even judged. This past week, all 3 of my entries were rejected in a local show.

     The brakes need to be repaired on my car, which probably won't be done in time to go to a wildlife exhibit at a nature center with a friend on Tuesday. Hopefully we can reschedule. And to top it all off, I'm a year older as of Friday. The actual birthday was quite nice, a good dinner, lots of fun gifts, numerous well wishes in ecards & paper ones.  Turned out to be of my better birthdays, really.

     I'm trying not to get depressed about all the things going wrong, but it's not really working. I tried venting to my mother about it, but apparently she skipped that chapter in the Mothering Guidebook, so I'm forced to turn to strangers on the internet for a boost. How sad is that? Aauugh!