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Dear Mr. Upstairs Neighbor (aka You-mean-I'm-not-a-rockstar?),
I really really appreciate that you have stopped practicing in the middle of the night. It was annoying how you were singing while I was watching Bend it Like Beckham, but it was tolerable. And it was also well before midnight when you put you guitar down. Thank you.
Unfortunately, we have a new problem. What, you may ask, could it possibly be now? Well, now it's your snoring. You didn't used to snore. At least, you didn't used to snore so loudly that I could hear you through my ceiling. So what I'd like to know is what's changed? I have to admit, I prefer the snoring to the singing, but if you're snoring that loudly, you might want to check it out. If not, I feel that you owe me a pair of earplugs. Feel free to leave them in my mailbox.
Sincerely,
Your Downstairs Neighbor (aka I-like-peace-and-quiet)
I really really appreciate that you have stopped practicing in the middle of the night. It was annoying how you were singing while I was watching Bend it Like Beckham, but it was tolerable. And it was also well before midnight when you put you guitar down. Thank you.
Unfortunately, we have a new problem. What, you may ask, could it possibly be now? Well, now it's your snoring. You didn't used to snore. At least, you didn't used to snore so loudly that I could hear you through my ceiling. So what I'd like to know is what's changed? I have to admit, I prefer the snoring to the singing, but if you're snoring that loudly, you might want to check it out. If not, I feel that you owe me a pair of earplugs. Feel free to leave them in my mailbox.
Sincerely,
Your Downstairs Neighbor (aka I-like-peace-and-quiet)