It's 6 am and all I can hear is the steady squeaking of the bedsprings from the apartment above me.

What the fuck is wrong with these people?

Yes, I realize going to bed at 6am is not normal either, but whatever.

I'm not in the mood to be rational or forgiving.

I'm in the mood to set people on fire.

I can't sleep.

That's not that abnormal for me, really. It's just that this is one of those fits of sleeplessness that exceeds normal annoyance and reaches an entirely new plateau of rage-inducing torture.

And I don't even really mind that the people upstairs are screwing like little crack monkeys and making the bed squeak, but FOR FUCK'S SAKE, ( Read more... )