Life is hard boo hoo
The horrid verbal-assaulting, barking-dog-owning upstairs neighbor was actually and for really kicked out last weekend, hurrah! The new neighbors, dog-less and child-less as they wonderfully are, started moving in this past weekend.
Or rather, they started moving in at 2am this morning.
I know that because 2am was when I woke from a dream of tearing metal pipes from the wall and throwing them down into a pile of other torn pipes. The sound in my dream was so satisfying, pumped up as I was.
The sound of boxes dropping on my ceiling in my waking life, however, was horrid. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. I thought it would never end. But it must have, since I fell back asleep.
Only to be waken by the sun streaming through my kitchen window, bouncing off the white hallway wall, off the white baby gate (to keep the dog in the bedroom), onto my pillow, and into my eye.
Right now it's too light in the mornings to leave the curtains open, but it's too dark at night for my subconscious to keep my eye mask over my eyes. It's too hot inside to keep the bedroom door closed, but it's too cold outside to leave the windows open.
In short: life is pain. You just get used to it.
