I should warn you I go to sleep. You won't know when I go to sleep.

So, at a quarter to one am, the teenage kid who lives in the room next door to mine is having a VERY loud telephone conversation about the size of his, um, yeah. I can hear everything he's saying word for word. You know what, I don't care if it is a Friday, I still want to sleep, and I don't want to hear it. So, I knck my headboard on the wall. Well, he doesn't like that so much, so he turns on his stereo and knocks back.

Oh, now it's on, buddy. Don't take me on. So I knock again and someone comes into his room and turns off his music. The moment (I assume) that the person leaves the room, the music is back on. So I bang my headboard again. Repeat previous steps. So then, the person comes back in a starts yelling and screaming again. Oops, I've done it now.

So, they keep going, and eventually the person leaves his room, he turns everything back up, and now I'm pissed. And wide awake. I get up, go next door, styling in my penguin pajama pants, I know you all wanted to know what I'm wearing, and make an empty threat that if he doesn't knock it off, I'm calling the cops. Well, the enraged somali woman who lives with the nine million children next door thinks this sounds like a wonderful idea and screams at me, begging, and pleading, to please call the cops because he won't listen. I'm a bit shocked. The very nice, gay, teenage boy, (not the one causing the problems) whom I often see in the hallways, says please don't call the cops, I'll take care of it. whew. I didn't know what to think when the lady started begging me to call the cops.

So, after this, I'm wide awake and I head the the batcave and chat with friends for a bit. Then, around two I decide to go to bed.

A few moments ago, at approximately 2:58 am, the fire alarm goes off in my building. Apparently there is something wrong with the system. However, if we do not exit our apartments, exhorbitant fines will be levied. Thats the rumour anyway. So, I head down to the lobby, still styling the penguins, where I hang out with Linda, the dying old lady across the hall from me who is in last stage of some disease I cannot name, and Amanda, mother of three, who is a riot(the kids are still in bed).We have good times during fire alarms. So, we sat around chatting for a bit, and a few minutes ago were given the all-clear to head back inside. So, now, I'm awake, and it will be difficult to go back to sleep.

Update: It is now 4am, and a drunk lady just knocked on my door and asked for Todd. MTRR I do not know any todds.

Update 2: Drunk Lady just reappeared at my door, I told her if she knocked on my door again I'd call the cops. Helluva night around here.