I hate being woken up in the middle of the night. This time at 4 in the morning a group of people decided to have a conversation in front of our apartment building. I think it went on for a long time and the whole time I was thinking "shut up" but in not so nice terms. Then someone else yelled at them and they left.



After two weeks of this I have finally learned my lesson. I am not drinking enough on Saturday nights to make me pass out and not hear the world around me. I'll try to fix this next week.