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[novapsyche]

I was dreaming I was in a cooking class or a bakeoff; I had a mixing bowl and I was going to mix shortening with flour--with my hands, even. There was a countdown, and I was all set to go.

Then the dream faded as my ears picked up the bass thumping from next door.

As it was 2 o'clock in the morning, I felt I had every right to get out of bed, throw on some clothes and go downstairs to ask them to turn down their music. I did just that. I was very nice, and I did mention that I had to work in the morning.

They did turn down their music, for about an hour. Inexplicably, the thumping came back in full force at 3:30. Why someone feels the need to party in the wee hours of a weekday, I don't know.

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[fadedpaladin.livejournal.com]

I thought that after the third asking people /downstairs/ to turn down the music, the proper response was to allow a sink to overflow for an hour....
*halo*