I can't stand it anymore...
The fat cow upstairs.... and her music blasting at 8 am every morning. I like to get back into bed with Lily for a bit after I get the kids off to school, but with her... pssht... not an option. Between her stomping around for an hour and blaring her music, my sleep is doomed. I hate her, I really do. I've told the apartment office three times now. What should I do? Put it in writing and turn it into the office? Even had someone go up there and tell her she was too loud. She's destroying my sanity. *twitch*