Sing Yourself to Sleep

Okay, okay. So... it's almost midnight.

Way later than I would like to be awake.
And had it not been for homework, I would have flopped into bed hours ago.

None the less... I am awake.

 

I just had to post because I was annoyed.
That's right.

These are the rantings of the crazy ol' bitty next door.
Somehow... sometime... I became that person that turns evil after 11.
Or 10:30. (But who keeps track, right?)

 

ANYWAY...

There have been several nights this week
(And last week)

that I have been disturbed by screaming in the parking lot.

Or people blasting their radio.

And laying on their car horn.

And then screaming even more.

And... I just don't like it.

No. I don't.

 

I worry that I may revert back to my DubV upbringings and bust a cap.

But I worry.

What would that do in light of my current church calling?

Maybe not such a good thing.

Maybe not.

 

So I started singing to myself.

One- Because I'm crazy,
Two- It soothes me,
and Three- it's a free country.

(Four- You're jealous.)

And do you know what I started singing?

(Well if you watched the video linked to this post,

you'll probably have a pretty good idea.)

 

"Children behave."

 

Yes, CHILDREN BEHAVE.

I view my neighbors as children.

Which means that I really have become the cranky lady living upstairs.

 

This can't be great for the dating life.