It's past 5am in the morning and I should be sleeping like all other normal people out there, but alas, I'm wide awake... ummm... does that make me abnormal? Don't answer.

The default when I'm sleepless or I'm restless or I'm procrastinating or I'm in dire need of a chat but can't get a hold of my girlfriends, is to watch reruns of my favourite TV series, Sex in the City. A couple of months ago, I started from the beginning and today, something very unfortunate happened... I completed watching all of it again for the third time. It's finished, done, complete, au revior, so what the heck am I supposed to do now? Do you have any idea how many devoted hours of watching that was? If only I could find a way to apply that rigour to work, I'd be rich I tell you.

Oh that reminds me, I still haven't heard back from my Editor over at Blink magazine about the article I submitted for my column, Real Estate and the City. Talk about an appropriate name huh? I wonder what's taking her so long. It's probably because my article was twice the length that it should have been because I can't shut the heck up when it comes to talking about real estate. I can't help it ok, sorry.

Anyway, I'm off track and I don't know what I'm talking about here anymore, but that's ok. You need blogs like this once in awhile for you to see that I am human and life's not always orderly, nor does it always make sense... even for this Realtor.

On another tangent, they're shutting off the water in my condo today from 9am to 5pm to fix the plumbing because apparently one of the surrounding suites messed things up. Great - that is just completely insane and inhumane. When you live in a condo, you have to learn to share even though it's your own little piece of the world. Thus, your neighbour's problems become your problems and when it comes to plumbing, it's not pretty. I filled up two big jugs of water so I could brush my teeth and wash my face in the morning, I took a 5am first-world-country-style shower because I'm not very fond of the cold water in buckets thing. Oh and I'll have to eat out too because I have no fresh water to cook with (ok, fine, I probably would have went out anyway), but damn you person who busted the plumbing!

I forgot to mention that a maintenance person has to come into my suite too - arg.  The little nuances of condo living... but then it all gets made up knowing that I don't have to shovel the snow and my car is parked underground and the concierge is always there to accept my packages.  You can't win them all, but at least I practice what I preach... I not only sell condos, I live them.

 Ok, I think that's it for now.