At least she's consistent

There is nothing worse for me than being woken up from a dead sleep in the middle of the night by my neighbor. This happens to me on a regular basis and I'm becoming a very disgruntled girl. VERY. I'm starting to imagine scenarios where fire shoots out of my eyes and torches the hippie chick and her late night party posse. Or with the power of my mind, I make her nappy little head and crappy cd collection blow up. Last night, I imagined mutant squirrels taking over her apartment, eating her pot stash, thinking in their stoned state that she and all of her friends had big walnuts for heads and cracking them open because they had the munchies. I'm betting these kinds of thoughts aren't all that healthy and are the direct result of a regularly disrupted sleep pattern and the recent heat wave. I hate this crap. Hate!