First of all, it's 2 PM. I was last asleep at 9 PM last evening. I drove up to Maine this morning for a one hour doctor's appointment, then turned around and drove back. I am tired. I am very, very tired. I need to be up and at'em again at 7 PM tonight, so I was looking forward, oh so hopefully, to taking a nice long nap in there so that I would be marginally refreshed this evening.
Now. One of our roommates downstairs name is Zack.
Zack, you see, fancies himself to be a musician. Zack ALSO has the room directly beneath mine.
Zack plays the guitar. Zack plays the harmonica. Zack yodels. Often concurrently. You may think I'm exaggerating. I assure you this is NO LIE. Zack also feels the need to practice for a couple of hours every day. Including, apparently, right now.
Now, I have $12.57 in my wallet. Would any of you be willing to kill Zack for $12.57?
Or, alternatively, you could take a nail and drive it through my inner ear.
Actually, take two nails, pound one through EACH ear, and then take a THIRD nail and pound it through his FOREHEAD.
I hate you, Zack. And I hate your fucking harmonica.