Surviving academe, more or less.
Wow. That really sucks! And what tedious lives your neighbors must have, if this kept them occupied for three hours.Not nearly so bad, but our upstairs neighbors have been outdoing themselves with thumping today -- between the loud music and the toddler and large dog racing around and apparently people hurling themselves to the floor on a regular basis -- and all day long I've been humming to myself, "We're moving! We're moving!"
Hmm. Not good. Hang on. Soon, you'll have crickets and the like to sing you to sleep.While living in exotic foreign city, I had a neighbor who was a CB-radio hooker. She sat in her window and had phone sex with her clients. Everyone else just got to listen. And since it was a CB, we all got both sides of the conversations.
WN--I feel you--a former upstairs neighbor, convinced that my then-boyfriend and I were the ones playing loud music night and day (we weren't), used to (apparently) drop bowling balls above our heads while we were sitting quietly reading of an evening.Belle--I guess that's a perk?
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