This is the true story of one apartment fight...
In one corner, a super light sleeper, in the other, one that makes a cling-clang-clong sounding breakfast before the super light sleeper wants to wake up.
In one corner, thin walls, in another, a too-loud boyfriend who really wants to share a song he just got on his ipod.
In one corner, an early meeting, in the other, a late-night work dinner.
No one in our apartment can sleep.
No one can live their lives normally by eating or coming and going when they want.
Showdown to unfold tonight, with me and one roommate in the middle, and two others at opposing ends. Emails have been flying back and forth. Is it entirely selfish to be so grateful that no one seems to be mad at me, despite the fact that I am the loudest person on the planet? Score!
Will let you know how it all nets out. I hope—noise machines! I’ve always wanted one. Thought I have hilariously unfounded fears of turning it on “Spring Rain” and waking up having wet the bed…