Alarm Clock Guy, Chapter 2

OK, this is getting ridiculous.

Alarm Clock Guy (a.k.a. guy in the apartment above me) is out of control. I've gotten used to his stomping around first thing in the morning (almost) and barely even wake up anymore when it happens. But last night was totally insane.

4:00 a.m.: The pacing starts. And not just back and forth, back and forth, in one room. No. This was one end of the apartment to the other, heavy footsteps, obviously ruminating over something very troubling and anger-inducing.

4:30 a.m.: ACG settles down a bit. Now it's just creaking, but still one end of the apartment to the other. I'm able to doze when he heads to the living room, which seems to be directly above our living room.

5:00 a.m.: Creaking stops. Aaaah. Sleep....

5:30 a.m.: The usual! He flops out of bed again (BOOM, BOOM!) then walks to the bathroom. (step, creak, step creak, step creak, squeak (that's the door)). How could he possibly be getting up now? He just went to bed half an hour ago!

On the plus side, ACG's antics make my snoring seem like a minor inconvenience. We have GOT to get our own place...somewhere where all the floors belong to us, and if the kids (the kids we might or might not ever have, depending on if we decide we're not happy without rapidly-filling diapers, binkies, and upholstery encrusted with pulverized Cheerios) start pounding around up there, I can scream up the steps, "I know you don't want me to come up there!" and then they'll knock it off. Maybe.

Well, until next time. I'm going to go ear-plug shopping.