Insomnia + squabbling neighbors = mngrrrmhm.
My neighbors had a screaming fight this morning. At 5 a.m. Only two hours after I’d finally managed to fall asleep.
You’re not supposed to fight at 5 a.m. You’re not supposed to be awake enough to be mad at anybody at 5 a.m. You’re not supposed to have enough will to propel your lungs to shriek obscenities at your loudest volume and at the highest pitch possible at 5 a.m. You’re not supposed to have the energy to create a small Doppler effect in your shouting by relocating your fight to every room in your apartment, which shares two rather thin walls with mine, at 5 a.m. You’re not supposed to have the strength in your limbs to slam every door you own at 5 a.m. You’re not supposed to have the endurance to keep doing these things for what must have been half an hour at 5 a.m.
My neighbors suck. I need a nap.
