I forgot to mention one lovely development that happened while I was computerless. And it’s a continuing pattern of annoyance.
One of my asshat downstairs neighbors (who I’ve written about before) has acquired a set of conga drums.
They have also decided that the ideal time to practice with them is at 2:30 in the morning on Saturday. Did it last Saturday night, did it last night.
They do it again next week, I’m calling the cops on them for about the four billionth time. I need some asprin…
Much like Matthew McConaughey’s naked bongo playing incident?
I’ve seen these guys, and GOD, I hope not.