Saturday, December 09, 2006
talkin' out my ass
Despite numerous conversations, shouting matches, polite inquiry, forebearance, taps on the ceiling (hers) (sometimes three or four times a day), my downstairs neighbor just can't get the hang of turning her !@#$@#(#$%()#$%()*E%U television volume down.
This little carving is about all I can manage before my wrist says NO MORE.
I'll probably sleep eleven hours tonight instead of my usual ten.
Thank god for earplugs.