Last night, I go to bed a wee bit early (even though I'm not feeling tired): I had to get up about 2.5 hours early this morning.
So a wee bit early. Toss, turn, toss toss turn.
Then 1 AM rolls around.
1 AM includes the arrival of my upstairs neighbor, who then proceeds to move furniture about in the room over my head.
And then move more furniture around in that room.
And then move MORE furniture around.
And then FUCKING VACCUUM.
AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING.
I got out of bed and thought about how to address her on this as I dressed. Got up to the door, rang the doorbell. 'Oh... I'm sorry. We're moving.'
Well at least some clouds do have silver linings. But I still want to taste her liver.