My week

I've had quite a week. The downstairs neighbours woke me up with loud music at 2am last Monday and Wednesday mornings. It was really horrible and I let rip with the most indelicate vocabulary. For one thing I can't get back to sleep when I'm woken in that manner, so I feel mentally and physically exhausted afterwards. And my mood has been terrible all week.
Then on Saturday the manager returned to the historic building. I really do think it's too soon. He really does look frail. So I'm having to keep an eye on him. That morning we had an incident involving a demented, deaf and uncommunicative old man. Of course everybody faffed around before eventually allowing me to call for an ambulance, which is exactly what I had suggested in the first place. Blimey. People don't half get on my nerves. Later on I was approached by someone who remembered me from years ago. And then I remembered him too. He always asked me to play the classical stuff. Well he's opening a restaurant, and asked me if I'd like to play there. I couldn't make my mind up on the spot. I never can. So I went to the restaurant yesterday morning to leave my details. He wasn't there so I left them with a very frosty-looking woman. I felt terrible from lack of sleep, and looked how I felt. I don't think the woman was impressed with me. I would like to hear back from them though.
Then yesterday morning I was woken up at 4am by the usual culprits. That was that. Chronic tiredness, headache, sore eyes and horrible mood all day. Those people really are a pack of cunts.
Last night I had a message from my support worker; we're going to view a house in a different area on Sunday. It is much more than I can comfortably afford, but I really don't mind going without again. It will be worth it, just to get away from those neighbours.
I'm thoroughly exhausted this morning. All the excitement of the new house kept waking me up during the night.