It’s 3:30 a.m. and I’d love to go to bed, except the person/ people/ family who lives right downstairs is playing fucking loud superbase music or whatever it’s called. They’ve forced us to listen to that crap at 10 p.m. one night but we could definitely forgive that. Half past three in the morning?! Wtf is wrong with them?

Good thing there’s this management service or whatever it’s called here; the guards or officers or whatever they’re called were rather surprised to see me in the wee hours of the morning. Grrr, just plug your headphones or something and listen to your beats till your ears bleed.

Now I’m tempted to tie the neighbours to a chair so they have no choice but to listen to me play the violin – which I haven’t practised for a really long while. Oh yes, Vickie’s Violin Torture(tm). That would be very sweet indeed. Grrr!