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napoleonherselfThe neighbors hate me. Yes.
So last night I get to sleep sometime after 1, 1:30. Have horrid disturbing dreams all night; thought that the good dream Thursday night meant I was finally done with those, but no soap. Even woke up a couple times during the night, I think.
Then... at 7 AM... seven freaking AM... the neighbors come out into their gods-be-damned driveway. And converse. In tones slightly louder than normal voices. There is also a bizarre, LOUD, persistent squeaking noise. It is even more jarring than their voices.
So there I lie, eyes aching from wakefulness already, so tired it literally hurts, still thinking there's a chance they might SHUT UP AND GO AWAY OR AT LEAST GO BACK INTO YOUR HOUSE, YOU DO HAVE ONE OF THOSE YOU IDIOTS, but their next act of inconsiderateness is to... turn on... the car radio.
Loudly. At 7:15 in the morning. And they then converse, even louder, over the sound of the car radio.
They're still conversing now (7:30; ignore my postingtime, because keep in mind I keep my clock about 10 minutes ahead). The car has also been running for about five minutes. I highly doubt either of them is leaving for another fifteen at least. They're still talking, they're still letting the car run and run and run without using it. And even when they finally get the hell out of here (if they do, sometimes they just like to run the motor and then shut it off half an hour later), it'll be too late anyway. They have already jarred me totally awake.
I hate them. I hate them all.
So last night I get to sleep sometime after 1, 1:30. Have horrid disturbing dreams all night; thought that the good dream Thursday night meant I was finally done with those, but no soap. Even woke up a couple times during the night, I think.
Then... at 7 AM... seven freaking AM... the neighbors come out into their gods-be-damned driveway. And converse. In tones slightly louder than normal voices. There is also a bizarre, LOUD, persistent squeaking noise. It is even more jarring than their voices.
So there I lie, eyes aching from wakefulness already, so tired it literally hurts, still thinking there's a chance they might SHUT UP AND GO AWAY OR AT LEAST GO BACK INTO YOUR HOUSE, YOU DO HAVE ONE OF THOSE YOU IDIOTS, but their next act of inconsiderateness is to... turn on... the car radio.
Loudly. At 7:15 in the morning. And they then converse, even louder, over the sound of the car radio.
They're still conversing now (7:30; ignore my postingtime, because keep in mind I keep my clock about 10 minutes ahead). The car has also been running for about five minutes. I highly doubt either of them is leaving for another fifteen at least. They're still talking, they're still letting the car run and run and run without using it. And even when they finally get the hell out of here (if they do, sometimes they just like to run the motor and then shut it off half an hour later), it'll be too late anyway. They have already jarred me totally awake.
I hate them. I hate them all.
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