Perspective is such a strange and illusive thing. I feel afraid I’ll curse myself, somehow, by writing here, and I rap my knuckles on wood. The new neighbors have a child, and possibly an illegal pet of some kind. A cat, probably, because I haven’t heard barking. I did hear a *ton* of child footsteps charging up and down the stairs, and delighted squeals and crying. It would suck to live here with a kid. People came to do an inspection of our apartment, because another company is considering buying the complex. I don’t know what that means for the future of us living here, but I guess we’ll see. I should try to sleep now, for a couple hrs, but I’m many things and tired is only one.