*beats head against a wall*

[mousme]

Just when I thought things were getting back under control... the lines FLARE UP AGAIN!

*desperate wail*

Why does everyone in creation have to call on Mondays? I hate Mondays. Hate hate hate hate hate.

Bleh.

I'm cranky because the lady downstairs from me decided at ten o'clock last night to play frigging celtic flute music at top volume. I kept hoping against hope that she would stop before I had to stomp downstairs and tell her where she could shove her sound system, but she didn't, although there was no answer when I rang at the door, making me wonder if I didn't have the wrong culprit.

It eventually stopped at 1:30 am. I am extremely tired. I also hate my clients. Hate hate hate hate hate.

Comments

[meallanmouse.livejournal.com]

*massive hug*

Next time call the police? After all, it's up to them to find out where it comes from. ;)

The thing is...

[mousme.livejournal.com]

You couldn't hear the music *anywhere* else except my bedroom.

You could kind of hear it in the kitchen, but the stereo was obviously right under my bedroom by some quirk of fate.

*sigh*

[dgwyn.livejournal.com]

*massive hug*

If you do find out who and they do it again, feel free to threaten them with me. As in "If you don't turn down that music, I will call my 6'2" boyfriend to turn it down for you." Just don't say that he's a skinny 6'2". ;-)
Poms