I have been awake for the past hour. Whatever. I can take a nap tomorrow, but my poor husband! Oh, wait. That's right. You are reading this in your own home at a decent hour of the day.

So on Saturday night, one of our neighbors' apartments was apparently the hoppin' place to be in Ypsilanti at three in the morning. David and I both woke up and had a hard time getting sleep, but, you know, it was the weekend; we get it. We aren't just old fogies. We get it.

We don't so much get it for a late Wednesday night/Thursday morning.

But because we can only hear the bass, I can't locate it. And that really pisses me off.

I would try to show emotion by adding italics or caps or bold or something, but I am already going back every other word to respell stuff because I am so blooming tired.

It literally sounds like it is coming from everywhere.

Like a bad horror movie.

Why?


Why?