The first floor is handy for many reasons: shorter distance when moving in furniture or groceries, easier to flee in the event of a fire, no stairs in case I'm ever crutch-bound, and so on.
But why, oh why, does my second floor ceiling/floor mate feel the need to (apparently) drag large wooden crates across their floor? And why does s/he wait until post-midnight every time?!
I even bought this handy white noise machine to ward off apartment sounds. My favorite setting is 'waterfall' because it's the most like harmless static. There's one setting called 'heartbeat,' which I reallllly don't understand. It's creepy as hell. If that's not straight out of The Tell-Tale Heart, I don't know what is.
Anywho, I'm hoping that my rude neighbor moves out or at least stops making randomly heinous noises so late at night.
Ugh! I hate loud neighbors upstairs! I always wonder what they're doing when they're making all that ruckus. By the way, love that white noise machine, it looks like a little robot! :)
ReplyDeleteI was cracking up big time with that Tell-Tale Heart comment!
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