I want to punch my neighbor in the face.

It’s 12:15am and I’m trying to get to sleep. Normally I have no problem falling asleep. I lay there for a few minutes with my eyes closed. By the time I roll onto my side and tuck my arm above my head, I am out within minutes.

Not tonight.

I was well on my way. Then my neighbor decided this moment was a perfect time to start building his wall mounted bookshelf. When I say wall mounted, I mean the wall that my bedroom shares with his. This is the wall that my bed is up against.

The hammering is what brought me out of my state of near sleep. Just two quick tap-tap-tap-BANG-BANG-BANGs. If that continued I certainly would have done my own BANG -BANG-BANG on the wall to tell them knock that shit off.

However, the rest of his construction was much more subtle, but no less distracting. Apparently this bookshelf is made up of aluminum tubes. As he moved those around it sounded like some demented junkyard wind chime.

I want to punch my neighbor in the face.