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It's 11:45 p.m. in my timezone right now. I have to be up in 5 hours to get ready to go to work (on my day off, I might add, during tax free weekend, and two days before school starts...)
By all rights, I SHOULD be asleep. I went to bed a little after 9:30.
However, around 11, there was some sort of shouting match in the parking lot outside my window. This isn't a regular occurrence, but it does happen occasionally. Someone will get entirely too soused for their own good. This is why I have a white noise machine and start talking louder than they should or something. Usually, dropping F-bombs all over the place in a lovely drunken slur.
This particular discussion was between a man and a woman, and ended with the woman letting out sobbing howls into the night, until she was shuffled into a car or apartment or something, and it was blissfully muffled. Lasted all of 5 minutes, tops.
I'm a light sleeper, though, and I have a white noise machine I use on problematic nights. I switch it on, curl up and hope beyond all hope I can get back to sleep.
10 minutes ago, there's a pounding on my apartment door.
I stumble out of bed, barely remembering to get a robe so I don't give whoever's on the other side an eyeful, and check the peep hole.
It's the police...
Yay, I get asked if I saw/heard anything and apparently the offending parties are my next door neighbors, whom said police have been trying to get ahold of all day now. What fun! I mutter something about the aforementioned howling, and spend another 10-15 minutes going over what I heard through the walls.
And of course, now I'm wound up and unable to sleep. And I can hear the police talking outside to, I'm assuming, my neighbors. Luckily I have blackout curtains, so at least if lights are flashing, I'm not witness to that fantastic display...
Gaaaaaaah...
It's going to be a looooong day tomorrow. And probably have to start with a cold shower to slap myself awake.
what fun
By all rights, I SHOULD be asleep. I went to bed a little after 9:30.
However, around 11, there was some sort of shouting match in the parking lot outside my window. This isn't a regular occurrence, but it does happen occasionally. Someone will get entirely too soused for their own good. This is why I have a white noise machine and start talking louder than they should or something. Usually, dropping F-bombs all over the place in a lovely drunken slur.
This particular discussion was between a man and a woman, and ended with the woman letting out sobbing howls into the night, until she was shuffled into a car or apartment or something, and it was blissfully muffled. Lasted all of 5 minutes, tops.
I'm a light sleeper, though, and I have a white noise machine I use on problematic nights. I switch it on, curl up and hope beyond all hope I can get back to sleep.
10 minutes ago, there's a pounding on my apartment door.
I stumble out of bed, barely remembering to get a robe so I don't give whoever's on the other side an eyeful, and check the peep hole.
It's the police...
Yay, I get asked if I saw/heard anything and apparently the offending parties are my next door neighbors, whom said police have been trying to get ahold of all day now. What fun! I mutter something about the aforementioned howling, and spend another 10-15 minutes going over what I heard through the walls.
And of course, now I'm wound up and unable to sleep. And I can hear the police talking outside to, I'm assuming, my neighbors. Luckily I have blackout curtains, so at least if lights are flashing, I'm not witness to that fantastic display...
Gaaaaaaah...
It's going to be a looooong day tomorrow. And probably have to start with a cold shower to slap myself awake.
what fun
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