I'm sick of the sight of the place, to be honest. Some days I'm afraid I'll go berserk, rip the Elvis Costello mobile down from the ceiling, throw the "Country Artists (Male) A-K" rack out into the street, go off to work in a Virgin Megastore, and never come back. -- Nick Hornby, High Fidelity I've reserved today for cleaning the apartment, which is something I used to do quasi-compulsively but now falls distinctly as a chore. The grey sky and mild chill outside probably fits the day. My elderly upstairs neighbor has already dispatched her 40-something son down to my apartment to complain about the noise considering I was running the vacuum cleaner and she hates it whenever I play music (even though I only have the system on 2 or 3). I politely responded that if she doesn't like how loud I turn up my music, she shouldn't make her TV so loud upstairs that I can hear it through my ceiling and have to drown it out with my stereo, especially considering her TV is what woke me up this morning. He had no response, kind of stammered out something for a second and then just left. I had lunch with a friend/former co-worker on Wednesday, only a day after my birthday, and she told me that based on my age, I am now experiencing "the return of Saturn." Being the music & radio people we both are, I responded, "What, the No Doubt album?" After we both laughed and laughed, she said that due to Saturn's 29-year orbit, it's not uncommon for people between the ages of 28-30 to question where they are and what they're doing with their lives. Apparently, shifts on a life-altering scale can occur during this time period, and she's not surprised that I'm questioning a lot of what I'm doing and not particularly enjoying the drudgery of life because my mind is elsewhere and looking to break routines. Not that I put 100% faith in astrology, it does explain a few things... but either way, that bathroom is still not gonna clean itself.