Further to my soundproofing entry, there is nothing I can do about the sound leakage from the above apartment and there is a chance I may lose my freakin' mind.
Last night, there was a very loud party going on over top of my bedroom It lasted all night long. At five this morning, I got up and took a gravol, which gave me a couple of hours of semi-sleep before my phone rang (something that never happens before noon) at eight thirty.
Add to sleep deprivation the fact that water pipes are connected and there is a huge echo effect. It seems that there were many healthy men, possessed of capacious bladders, at the party. One after another, they emptied said beer receptacles, often taking more than a full minute of crashing waterfall effects. I confess I had to stick my fingers in my ears to drown out the deafening sound. The recycling of fluids was almost without break.
If I sound a tad fractious, it is with good reason. I've lost a full day's productivity and suffered endlessly through some westernized form of water torture. On a scale of one to ten, I feel about minus a hundred. That can't be a good thing.
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