Last Friday night, at midnight, I learned that one of my nieghbors is a screamer. That night, I sat up in bed, yelled, "For the love of God!" and shut my window. I could no longer hear my neighbor, so I was able to go back to sleep. Sometime in the middle of last week, I opened my window again, since I like fresh air in my room.
Cinco De Mayo. A night for revelrie in my border town. I considered having a margarita, but knowing I had to be at work at 7 am Saturday morning, I decided against it. I went to bed at a reasonable time because I haven't been getting very much sleep lately.
11:50. I wake up. It appears they are at it again. I slam my window shut. I can still hear them. I figure, they can only do it for what, 10, 15 minutes? I mean that's about average, right? I start thinking about complaining to the management. I don't want to do that because I have already complained about vibrating neighbors and carpet beetles.
I consider writing a nastygram and going out in my robe to deliver it to all the neighbors in my little courtyard (since I don't know which one is actually the noisemaker) but it occurs to me that the older folks (and there are many) would not appriciate such a thing. Post a sign on a tree? Children in the complex.
I turn on my radio. Now I'm wired, and it's after midnight. I also cannot sleep with the radio on. I ponder why I am so angry. Ok, well, it's rude, I'm tired, and I discovered later, I had a rare case of PMS. also, I am bitter at the lack of similar activity in my world. I consider putting a sign in my bedroom window. Can you see it from the sidewalk? Maybe I should go look. hmm. (damnit, go to sleep) I could paint snarky remarks in the window...I turn off the radio. They're still at it, it's nearing 1 am. I head out to the couch where I know that the sound of the turtle tank will drown out the sound of them fucking.
I don't sleep well on the couch unless the TV is on and I am supposed to be awake. So I head back to my bedroom. I am now beyond awake and I lay there thinking about all the ways I can let them know they are out of line. All my passive agressive tendencies are in full force, but there is nothing I can do. I lay there and wonder if it's karma for all the good times I've had and I wonder how many of my old neighbors wanted to strangle me late at night. I never heard a window slam. In fact, I close windows, or used to back when sex was a part of my world. I ponder painting messages in my window. "Sounds like you have a stud, can I borrow him?" "Shut your window if you're going to scream like a banshee", "I don't want to listen to you fucking", nothing seems appropriate or useful.
6am arrived too soon. I can only pray that next weekend, when I am on the same Saturday Schedule, that I won't have another rude awakening.