I was in the mood tonight for a spicy tea, but I am determined to sleep tonight. My darling neighbor is in love with his subwoofer and seems to think his neighbors are dying to hear it too. Normally he doesn’t play it loud after suppertime, but It’s been going pretty much non stop since yesterday at 11:15 am. I’ve tried twice to knock and ask him to cut it out. In the past when I’ve done that he has always apologized and turned it down. Tonight he won’t even answer the door. I am not generally the most easy going person in the world, and this is driving me ballistic. Last night I tried to sleep, but the bass trembled in my bed. Just faintly. Enough to keep me from sleeping.
I have been a miserable, sniveling mess all weekend. I know it won’t last forever. This might be the only time he plays his music so loud in the evening. And I am moving in the first week of April. But that is still two months away. I guess Monday I will call the rental office to complain. Again.
Anyway, the tea is delightful. I mean Scottish Oat scones this afternoon, and it went beautifully with them.
A special level of hell is reserved for inconsiderate neighbours. I feel your pain.