In the past two and half months of living in this apartment, it has been so peaceful that other than the occasional doorslam, the lingering scent of someone’s home cooked dinner, and the classical pianist who practices on Saturday mornings, I would think I was on my own secluded block of Boston. Other than this, there hasn’t been a movement, a sound, an even slight disturbance…until last night. I woke up at 3am to an obnoxiously rowdy party going on in what felt like my inner ear, but was actually the apartment directly below me. The way the building is set up, I believe I’m the only apartment they would disturb, which means if I don’t complain, they won’t be asked to be quiet by anyone else. And you know how I am about going down to ruin the party by asking everyone to shut up. I kind of can’t do it. They were SO loud though. Granted, no music – no fucking DJ equipment blaring bullshit 80s up through my floor – so I wasn’t having a horrible flashback, and since I haven’t heard a peep from anyone even on Friday and Saturday nights, I figured there was no reason to worry too much about the future. Yeah, it was horribly inappropriate to have an enormous party that goes until 4am on a Monday, but I figured they had just graduated, and they were celebrating. It REALLY bothered me, and I hated it with my whole heart, but I didn’t think it merited taking action. But then, at 4, three guys decided to sit outside DIRECTLY beneath my window and prank girls from their cell phones. Yyyyyeeeah. Because we’re in seventh grade. No, make that fourth. So loud, so obnoxious, and RIGHT there, with the thinnest pane of glass between us. Also, worst laugh ever. I was very close to asking politely if they could make those call from inside their apartment, but they were dying down, and now I was wide awake. I discovered that Perfect Strangers reruns on Nick at Nite at 4am. It was a Christmas special. I gotta say, it got me missing Christmas music. God, is there anything more beautiful that old Christmas carols? I found myself missing concert choir back at Oak Knoll. I was really into that. Concert choir was what introduced me to the world of three-part harmony through Christmas carols. Larry and Balki were really getting to me, which is what happens when you’re delirious at 4am with losers outside your window.I left my wallet at home, and I have an appointment in downtown Boston right after work, so I had to run home during lunch to go get it. That was torture. After spending the morning at work, I walk into my cozy apartment on my cute little street, and I have to grab something quickly to run back to work. Ugh. I just wanted to crawl into bed and begin my new mystery novel I bought the other day. I wanted to read a page-turner. I don’t know how good the actual writing is, so I hope it’ll be a fun one. I never managed to get through Owen Meany, and I really want to know what happens, but I can’t get past all that boring, non sequitur bullshit. It’s just not my style.Whoa, so, you know how I spend my days on the phone on hold and going through automated systems until I can get a human being? Well, I swear to God, but the one of the automated voices has a lisp. I can’t even believe that they decided to go with that voice.