DONE AND DONE

DONE!
I've celebrated with gelato! I'm so happy for this semester to be over!

Open Letter to my crazy upstairs neighbor:

Dear Guy who does know that he's driving me crazy,

Why must you decide to pound on your floor for a million times (at least half an hour continuously) in the MIDDLE of the night while I'm trying to sleep for my eight o'clock final? I know that you're allowed to do anything in your apartment, but do you not realize that the person below hears all that racket you're making? And, I don't mind you pounding on your floor (I assume you were exercising), but can you do it in the daytime like everyone else? And can you not pound so hard that my door and bed were shaking and my light sounded like it was going to fall of my ceiling? Thanks.

Sincerely,

Your neighbor who couldn't sleep last night because she thought her ceiling was going to crash down and crush her in her sleep.

P.S. I can hear you talking! I hate that disembodied voice. I live alone so I don't have to hear people constantly complain, now I wake up to the sound of you talking to somebody who never seems to respond back. And, no, I don't know why they were spying on you in the bathroom....