Hmm...this week's horoscope is in and I don't think I'm off to a good start. Last night I was woken by my landlord and his girlfriend downstairs. It's not what you're thinking though. These two had the brilliant idea of playing U2 loudly at 2am! I woke up thinking that my roommate decided to play loud music, so I got up and started walking down the hallway. As I approached his door, it became obvious that his room was silent, so I kept walking down the corridor towards the living room. I thought maybe someone outside was playing loud music from a car. However, as I entered the living room, I could feel the floor vibrate from the bass in the music. Needless to say, I was livid! It's one thing for another tenant to be loud and obnoxious, but it's another when it's the landlord. I stomped on the floor to make them quiet down. As I did, the music faded away. I returned to bed eager to fall back asleep, but just as my head hit the pillow I heard the lead singer start up "But I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For." Well, at least that was a song I could appreciate, so I laid in bed waiting for it to finish and hoping I'd doze off soon enough.
Unfortunately, another song started up and I could hear the girlfriend singing along. Not only that, but I also noticed that my room had a strong cigarette/marajuana smell to it. I don't smoke anything, whereas I'm amazed that those two don't set off the smoke detectors half the time. And here I was for months thinking that it was my laundry that made my room stinky. It was them! And now that it's too cold to keep the windows open at night, the smells were REALLY collecting in my place.
Well, being angry, annoyed, inconvenienced, and sleepy, I got outta bed, put on my robe, and trudged downstairs. Those two were still singing away so I pounded on the door through the rest of the song. I figured since I was up anyway and not likely to fall back to sleep easily I might as well have it out with them. As the song wound down they heard my fist pounding on the door. The girlfriend said she'd get the door and came to see who it was. Apparently my face was a mixture of rage and exhaustion. Without having to say anything she said they'd turn down the music. I threw in that they needed to open some windows, too. By the time I returned to my room, the music was low - if not off - windows were being opened and the bathroom exhaust fan was on.
It must've taken me a couple of hours to fall back to sleep. Obviously I came to work tired, although I've slowly perked up over the course of the day. I might even make it to the gym after work. Anyway, my horoscope gives me nothing in regards to this or anything else happening at the moment:
PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): Cosmic omens can be interpreted on many levels. This week, for instance, some astrologers might credibly suggest that you Pisceans should work behind the scenes to gently coax people into serving your secret agendas. Other astrologers might urge you to go undercover to gather hard-to-access information that will help you build up your power. Yet other stargazers might predict you're in line for some consciousness-altering adventures, and encourage you to seek out their most positive expression. I go along with all of those possibilities, but add my own spin: It's a perfect time for you to carry out a riveting rite of passage for yourself, complete with awe-inspiring ceremonies and reverent communion with divine allies.
On the bright side, though, there's been some progress with the condo I looked at on Fort Hill. The real estate agents and my bank have all been talking, so I might be able to purchase my little fixer-upper before too much time passes. Not only that, but I am also enrolled in a 6-week business course for entrepreneurs which begins tomorrow. By the end of next month, I could have a totally different life! Let's hope it's all for the better.
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