Fucking Neighbours

When you’ve spent the day at home because you feel like shit, in part caused by a chronic lack of sleep because you’re working so hard, and you work all day, rather than sleeping all day, because you can’t afford to take a day off right now, for both deadline & fiscal reasons, there is very little that can be more aggravating than some neighbours who have gone away and left their radio on, so loud, that not only do I know that they listen to Z-95, but that Z-95 loves to play Christina Aguilera’s new single, as they played it at least once an hour between 3:00 and 6:30 am this morning, as I lay in bed, dozing fitfully because of the sound of their radio, feeling perhaps even worse than the previous morning, and worse still knowing that I have to go to work today, because despite the laptop, there are some things that cannot be done at home, and must be done at the office, when all I really want to do is get sleep in a longer-than-4-hour configuration, but knowing that even if I stayed home, it’s likely I wouldn’t sleep because of that fucking radio, left on by my fucking downstairs neighbours, who are either dead in their apartment, or away.