The girl next door is a fucking idiot, I swear. She is seriously disturbing my calm - Not to mention my sleeping pattern. And she just does not take a hint. At about half past four, night before last, she had music going. And to make it even worse, it was the same song, over and over and over again. Naturally, i am infuriated, so I minorly go off at her (it was 4.30am, remember). At which point she slams the door in my face (Though admittedly turns the music off).
I think things are solved. But then, last night, she does it again! And I get horribly sleep deprived, because the idiot isn't thinking about anyone apart from herself.
So, for self-help today, I was terribly, terribly tired. When serving out brunch, I must have been the picture of attractiveness - barely keeping upright, one of those hideous hairnet things, and plastic gloves (sadly, not blue). After about an hour, the smell of the food was making me nauseous, and by the end of it I had officially declared Me/Wall = OTP! Because the wall was about the only thing stopping me from collapsing in a heap.
*sighs* I got a bit of sleep this arvo, but not nearly as much as I need. I think from now on, I might have be a little more pre-emptive. That is to say, if The Idiot has any music after midnight, I'm going to have a word with her. And if it isn't stopped by the end of the week, I'm seeing the tutors.
Now, to get back to my Creative Writing work...