Blind Elephant Convention

I swear on all that is holy, my downstairs neighbor goes drunk bowling in his bedroom at least three times a week. It'll be like one or two in the morning and then I hear this SLAM!! so forceful it shakes the ground.

I don't know if he'd tripping and falling, if his arm hits the wall or what. But it shakes my floor. And most of the time, scares the CRAP out of me because it sounds like someone's breaking in to my house, which of course translates immediately into my dreams so I don't sleep well for the rest of the night and if I do, I have really bad dreams of people breaking in to my house and whatnot.

I suppose it's not that big of a change though, considering I already have a fair amount of unprovoked nightmares on my own. Pretty sure that's about 80% of what contributes to my insomnia. Even if I *could* fall asleep, I wouldn't stay asleep so just stay up until you're tired enough to pass out for the remainder of the night.

But first, I have to put new sheets on my bed.
Stupid human trick #42: how to tell if the milk in your cereal bowl is getting warm? Spill it all over yourself while sitting on your bed.

yeah. genius.

My heart is still pounding. I'm so damn sick of my neighbors. If I say anything to the one who makes all the noise, he just starts pounding on the ceiling any time he hears ANYTHING from my apartment (I mean as little as accidentally dropping a shoe on the ground.) The other roommate isn't too bad, but in order to ask him to keep his roommate in check, I have to risk the loud one answering the door. I've had it out with them enough times to know his roommate is a passive aggressive ass who will only play his radio louder and longer into the night if I complain to him directly than if I just put up with the jolting slams and bangs several times a month. When our leases are up, someone will be moving. I love my apartment, but if I have to live above this guy for another year.... I'm gonna be a bitch and buy a pogo stick. ;)

distraction distraction distraction.
I'm afraid to fall asleep. What a wimp. But it's either that or proofread this entry for AP Style, dead construction and passive voice. And really, that's worse than a nightmare. ;) I've actually refused to buy greeting cards because I couldn't get past the grammar. It was proper, but not for a newspaper.

I have the /weirdest/ damn occupational hazards.