i worried last night some new people moved in below me. i thought it was just workers and it would get quiet again when they left and just that odd gray frizzy haired lady was left. but last night i worried because the voices stayed and stayed after the drilling ceased and i got scared that the people who left before were back, the ones who partied all night as i banged and they banged back and i turned up my music to drown them out and they blasted their tv and banged on pots and pans and i put in earplugs and cursed and writhed til dawn. then in an age of blighted hopes, they left, both of us conquered and exhausted.
it wasn't like that, but i heard what sounded like a loud orgasm and then deep voices and one high voice and then the deep drone of tv i think. i plugged my ears and swallowed benadryl and drifted to morning. i left the tv on for ghost company in my absence- rostropovich playing bach in a grand cathedral in russia. stay tuned, kids, our little saga will be continued.