I think bills and tuition are all sorted out. I hope. Any more phone calls concerning why ______ company has not been paid and I'm going to lie in wait for the mailperson, jump out at them from the bushes, and stab them repeatedly with... er... something stabby.
Dear People in the Apartment Above Mine:
While I can understand the need for the occasional drunken party, I don't understand why you'd have one on a Tuesday night. Nor why it would involve a lot of stomping. I'm hoping to sleep a little more tonight, and I hope you all have debilitating hangovers. :D
Dear Whoever is Playing Techno:
I hate you. My water is doing that Jurassic Park tyrranosaurus-footstep thing due to the sheer quantities of bass coming from wherever it is you are. Please lower the volume or I will seek you out and throw rotten eggs and/or various paints at your windows in the dead of night. I have art supplies that are just sitting here and I am evil this week.
I understand that you're grumpy because you can no longer torment me with cramps now. However, was it really necessary to compensate for cramps with headaches, dizzy spells, blackouts, nausea, and pain every time I move a muscle? I'm feeding you adequately, I'm giving you ungodly amounts of sleep as you demand, and you're getting some exercise. It's not even the muscles being exercised that are sore. What gives?