88 days until the madness ends

Feb 17, 2005 08:40

2 a.m. - 2:30 a.m. this morning: I'm standing in my room with just the light from the bathroom illuminating things, with one of my kitchen chairs in my hands. I hit the ceiling with all four chairs legs about nine times in a row. I repeat this off and on for about a half hour. I go out in the living room to try to sleep on the futon, but I can ( Read more... )

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deathismy_gift February 17 2005, 13:51:54 UTC
that sounds *exactly* like sunnie and ours old neighbor before we moved. ugh! *all* hours of the night banging, and dragging, and stomping, and falling, and banging, and dragging, and....well, you get the picture.

i called the po po on them twice for blaring music at 2am.

yeah, i suck

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pyro_ike February 17 2005, 19:06:56 UTC
Maybe they're... roofers?

"Doctor, I need a score of men who fear silence like the reaper himself. Silence is to be a bane to them. Their tormented souls should only know peace whilst enthralled in the most tumultuous of dins. The Big Bang itself should be as a pin dropping when these men go to work. Supply me with a rabble of such mad fiends and your rewards will pale all the riches of Earth and heaven!"

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