Would it be wrong of me to get a broom and go all Klepforth on my upstairs neighbor? I don't know what this girl does in the morning, but it apparently involves dropping bowling balls on the floor right above my bed. It's almost a plus because I don't have to set my alarm clock anymore, but the bad part is that she always gets up about 30-45 minutes before I usually would. (And that's early, y'all. She's thumping and slamming around up there at 6:45 AM.) A guy and his dog used to live up there and they didn't make half as much noise as this chick does. One of these mornings I'm just going to have to catch her as she leaves the building and say something to her. As yet it's unclear if she's the same person who owns the car parked next to mine, who seems to find it impossible to park in her space correctly.

In other news, I woke up with a wicked crick in my neck this morning. Obviously today is not my day.