room for rent?
I need to move. Definitely, definitely need to move. Not because of the planes or the parking tickets or even the golf-club weilding crazies about the neighborhood. All those I can deal with. But what I am most utterly fed-up with is the apartment downstairs. Yesterday marks the 4th time just this month I have been woken up in the midnight hours by my neighbors downstairs yelling, sobbing, throwing things, and breaking glass. A heavy sex session is usually involved, though with no consistency in regards to if the glass starts breaking before or after the lovin'. Last night marked a new facet to the drama, as I heard the man frame most of his commentary around the fact that the woman is a drunk. But he still loves her. I truly do not need to be that involved in their life, and unfortunately, I am even more intimately involved than even they realize (because, of course, the high quality building materials of my apartment afford me to hear exactly about the details of the couple's dysfunctionality on ALL levels). What concerns me even more than the lack of sleep (and hey, if I'm sleeping, that's a feat for me, so you can imagine my grumblings about being most rudely awakened by sobbing of "get the f*** off of me, I HATE you!" down below) is the fact that, as far as I can tell, the woman is the instigator in all this, but does not find anything wrong with screaming for her children (young kids) in the middle of the argument. It's stomach-wrenching.

I'm not sure what to do about all this. Any suggestions?