It's Thursday already. Time just keeps slipping away from me so quickly. Mike and I have talked about this sense I have of time speeding up more and more the older I get. He thinks if I spent time somewhere where I would have to interact with people more, it would slow down again. I think he might be right. As it stands it's as if I blink an eye and a week is gone. I know that I don't have any less time than anyone else, but I can remember so clearly being in school and every minute was an eternity and just how different it is now. I would count down the minutes in History class on a scrap piece of paper.

I think living on a monthly pay period adds to it. The last couple weeks in a month are always a state of waiting for the next paycheque. Not that we don't have savings, but it just seems like we're always waiting. Heh.

I want to paint our walls. I want to make them a rich burgundy colour to go with the amazing fabric I bought back in May. We can't really afford to do that right now, but I still want to. It's mainly the work involved. If I want to paint the living room, there are so many things that have to be worried about. We have both of our computer desks and all accompanying hardware, plus the TV then all the various pieces of furniture. I still want to paint.

We came to the decision earlier this year that we were going to settle in here and make it work for us for the next 5 years or so. We're to the point with our books and CDs and movies and stuff that we can't ask friends to move us anymore. I think the last move was a bit too big itself. So I don't want to move again for as long as possible. I want to make a home and stay here. I'm so tired of moving. I've moved my entire life. I think last count was 29 moves in 26 years. We've been here now for 2 years and I'd like to stay longer.

We may not be able to do that if the trend we're noticing keeps up. Since we moved in the upkeep of the building and grounds has just plummeted in quality. Used to be that the floors would be mopped, the carpets vacuumed, the plants watered and so forth, once a week. Every Monday. Now it's anyone's guess when the spill on the stairs will be mopped up. And the plants? I think I'm the only person who waters them. (I hate to watch plants die) Not to mention the noise/age of the tenants.

Not to be student-ist, but kids are noisy. I think Mike has written about the past couple weekends with the idiots down the hall a few times now. Simply put, it's been a couple parties in what we're guessing is a non-smoking apartment. That's the only explanation we can figure for them to have people going in and out (and SLAMMING! Boom! the door) every 5 minutes. Plus the party seems to continually end up in the hallway. I hate listening to strangers laugh and talk... when I'm on my couch, in my living room, with the door closed while my TV is at 20.

Plus, they're at the furthest away apartment from us on this floor. We share no walls with them. So the first weekend I ignored it best as I could (from about 8:30) until it was 11:30pm, then I went out and yelled. I have way too much of a temper and I had had it. Mike says someone swore at me. I didn't notice. Then last weekend they did it again. Less of the party in the hallway thing, but lots of door slamming. Mike called the police after a couple hours of that. I'm wondering what this Saturday will bring.

Ahh well. I love kids, really. I love the fact I have always been so focused on being a good neighbour in this building. Worrying about the comparatively small amount of noise we make and then we end up sharing a floor with the rude fuckers. Yay.

I want to work some more on SW today, but I'm not sure what I should focus on. I've made 4 batches of soap so far this month for the restock, but I need to pick up some more baskets from Dollarama as my drying "racks". I may go and organize and count stock as prep for the big sale. I did accounting yesterday because I got the scary threatening letter from the tax people. Kind of funny considering how much I feared them when I started the business.

I'm not going to make soap, It's already been a bit of a clumsy not-going-well type of day, and I think playing with highly caustic chemicals is just tempting fate. And that's 30 minutes.