elisabeth

I hate people.

I hate noisy people who will not let me sleep.

I hate that I'm running on about 3-4 hours today.

It's a good thing that I did *not* go downstairs to confront the assholes who were making noise with the trashcans. They lugged them past my window at 6am. They do this weekly, those fucking cunts.

I've got many ideas on how to handle the situation, and have talked to my landlord. The lovely Mnislahi was so gracious to translate a very diplomatic letter to Spanish that I haven't sent yet. It would have been great if the landlord had actually done something about it, but he didn't.

What I would *like* to do is not congruous with what I *should* do.

What would you do?