Sleep, schmeep.

The damn neighbors are blasting their music again. That, in and of itself, is tolerable.

What is less tolerable is when the people upstairs think the music is coming from MY apartment and bang on MY ceiling. Argh.

Also, every Saturday night and some Fridays, there are parties at the church across the street that don't get going until about 1 or 2. But who parties in the wee hours with music blasting at a CHURCH? Well-dressed middle-aged people, of course.

Also, due to the fact that there are approximately 83734723727 churches in this neighborhood and exactly one parking lot, sometimes on Sunday mornings there are two rows of parallel-parked cars on one side of the street. No, I don't understand it either.