After sawing and pounding and power-tooling away all night and all day, the people upstairs have apparently finished building themselves a piano. Five and a half blissful years of peace and quiet in this apartment, and now there's suddenly someone playing bad music badly on an instrument that's badly out of tune.
Jesus, I think my brain is about to claw it's way out of my skull. I won't be able to work here much longer tonight. My neighbor would seem to be working his way through his sheet-music collection. God!
