Yesterday the neighbors raised a ruckus...

It sounded like the entire apartment above mine was going to come smashing through the ceiling. I have no idea what they were doing up there. I do know, however, that the tenants are 2 guys, and a medium-sized dog. Not that current legislation would allow a dog to be filed under the literal definition of "tenant", but she definitely resides with the upstairs neighbors. And her name is Siren. Cool name for a dog right?
...Now leaving Tangent Town.
Anyway, I suppose that the logical move would have been to wander up there and ask them what the hell was causing all the sleep-depriving noise, but I felt like fighting fire with fire. So, I threw a phone book at the ceiling. They stopped for a little while, but only for a little while. Luckily I had reason to go out after that, and was bothered no longer. I'm still not sure what they were doing upstairs, and I'm also not sure if I'll ever actually go up there and find out. I am sure, though, (based on experience) that they will not hesitate to make excessive amounts of noise again very soon. The only question following is this: What will I throw at the ceiling next time?


Next, I have some information which should prove useful to absolutely no one. A few days back, I witnessed an impromptu street race between an 1980-something Oldsmobile and a 1990-something Ford Explorer. Just in case anyone is curious, neither of them won. It was literally a tie by the time the next stop light rolled around. I hope that Explorer, and Oldsmobile, drivers will keep in mind this free information about the true performance capabilities of your vehicles.


I would also like to add that I am currently a disgruntled owner of pajamas. I really want to have more sleep pants, and whatnot, but I really don't enjoy wearing them to sleep. Isn't it weird how we say things like that? "wearing them *to* sleep" As though sleep is a destination...like Las Vegas or something.

...I wouldn't want to wear pajamas to Las Vegas either.