cimorene

There's some very faint drumming like someone somewhat far away with a hammer and nails or a drumset or someone right above us walking in high heels on a wooden floor really, really fast. And there's a yappy little dog barking in time with it also really fast and I think it's all about to drive me insane. It's like the last episode of Criminal Minds, without the psychopaths. Sadly I can't deny the neighbours' right to drum and/or practise stomping at two in the afternoon, even on Saturday. Even for like, an hour at a time. But that doesn't stop me from feeling murderous.

Oh! And then just now, in exciting developments, someone else - I think someone closer to us, maybe in the apartment directly above - banged back, faster and louder. But only for a little while and then they stopped. I guess other people are feeling murderous too.