as the leaves change.

It's 4 a.m. I can't sleep. Not because I'm not tired. No - because the IOFOIDFODSIFHDSUFH REGGAETON! I've called the police twice. Nothing. In fact, I called and checked up on ALL of my complaints and they official record is that the police came and saw no offenses. I feel like I'm living in a horrible movie where I am going crazy or and justifiably paranoid. The super does nothing. THe management does nothing. I can't sleep - I don't get m required 6 hours - and as a result can't make it through the day because I am so f-ing exhausted. It is incredibly stressful on my psyche - not knowing if I will be allowed to sleep by my neighbors - and I hate walking in and out of my building where everyone comments about how Im the gringa or white girl who doesnt like their music. WTF. It's 4 a.m. There is NO need to playing your music so loud I can hear it on the third Floor of an apt. set BACK from the road. In fact - tonight I can't even SEE the car - so the car is parked pretty far away.

I need to move. I am moving. Hopefully with Kat to Austin's building - which on one level is incredibly creepy - on another level - incredibly amazing. IFFFF it worked out - the apt is a THREE bedroom in our budget - though the third is apparently very "small" (we've yet to see it.) So we can afford all three rooms just the two of us, ORRRRRR we can rent the third room to someone wanting super cheap rent. There is laundry in the building - a TREMENDOUS LUXURY for us New Yorkers. TWO elevators. NICE neighbors - it's QUIET! I will stop being TORMENTED uneccesarily by this AWFUL AWFUL AWFUL AWFUL AWFUL MUSIC! And it's IMMEDIATELY off of the A train - like - the exit of the train is one building away from the apt. we'd live in. There is a Starbucks across the street! AHHH! I am euphoric just THINKING about it! I hope it all works out!

And on Monday - I will do my final AFTRA extra thingy to qualify for equity! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THANK GOODNESS! Then all I have to do is wait for March 5th!

I have high hopes for the coming months. Let's hope they come to fruition. Happy Apt. Happy jobs! (HOPEFULLY a supernumerary at the Met - and extra work for t.v. while waiting to get seen for auditions), meeting cool new people, let's hope happy things happen!

I'm watching Giada fail at eating crabs on t.v. - it's making me laugh - my mom would be in despair at this sight!