Not my night

I had another massive nosebleed last night. I had one the other morning while I was in the shower. I couldn't tell the difference between the water running over my face and the blood running out of my nose until I noticed the water had turned pink.

Last night, I was getting ready for bed and evidently it just started dripping. I didn't notice; Steven did. It was pretty intense. I still feel kind of crummy from it. I suppose I ought to mention this to the doctor, but it could be just due to the cold.

Bah, doesn't look like I'm getting my white Christmas.

All right. I need to throw on some clothes and finish up our tree.

Goddammit

I heard this kind of dripping/crackling sound from behind the tree and went to check it out. It kind of sounded like pine needles dropping on the holographic paper I have some of the presents wrapped in, right? So I went over, got down to look and I see nothing falling. I then look at the wall and see wet lines. So I think, great.. The tree is running sap. Then it occurs to me that we've had the tree a week, it's drying out, and there's been no sap problem since the second day. Then, I look up. There is water running down my wall, from the apartment above. Literally, I can see rivulets. I am not fucking pleased.

Couple that with the fact that the lady across the hall may indeed have died in her apartment, as she hasn't been out of her apartment or checked her mail in a week, and I'm wishing Steven and I could have afforded to buy a house. Ugh.

Now, I'm sitting around waiting on maintenance. Bah.

Mm, cookie dough...

I just finished off the spoils of war. I haven't baked cookies in forever. I guess it's been good I've been getting my workout on crutches, because mixing damned cookie dough is tough! I eventually gave up and just kneaded it before putting it in the fridge. Oh, but it tasted really good. I'm proud of my cooking, if I do say so myself.

At least there's no alsatian over there.

So I'm becoming more and more convinced that the lady across the hallway is dead. She hasn't been out of her apartment to check the mail or anything in a week now. We know this because we got these fliers for some idiot complex party or something. They stuck them in between the door and the jamb and guess what? Her's is still there. There's no way she could left the apartment at all and had it still there.

Now, there's this kind of gross, rotting garbagey smell coming from the door. We called the front office and bitched today, but they said it wasn't really any of their concern. Assholes. I miss Jan. Anyhow, I'm hoping she just went on vacation and forgotten to take out her garbage or something.

Oh, and our crazy down the hall Russian neighbours are having a mad party. Last we heard, they were singing Russian folk songs. It was magical.