It is my last night in this apartment. In less than nine hours, I and as many friends as can make it will be loading a truck full of my stuff.

My last night. I’m moving because of noisy and inconsderate neighbors. So it is fitting that they are having a party tonight.

The noise has been worse and it’s possible they have stopped for the night (they often start back up later). Still, it seems fitting.

I’m not a vindictive person, or like to think that I’m not. Still, I hope they stay up all night long. Tomorrow morning will be something they, for once, might be unable to sleep through.