February 16th, 2001


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So, I have a really high tolerance for musicians. When a drummer moved in next door, it didn't bother me. Even though he was not a very good musician. I could sleep through his music practice.

A week later, I noticed that the whirring of my electric fan matched the drumming. And the background music to the video game I was playing. The next day, my alarm clock's buzzing matched the tempo. When the drumming stopped, the alarm clock went quiet, saving me the effort of hitting the snooze button.

The blender. The bathroom fan. Every damn song I put on the radio. and when the drumming stopped, the machines all died out.

This afternoon, my heartbeat was in perfect rhythm with the drumming. He hasn't stopped playing yet, and I need to figure out a way to keep him going. I can't ring his doorbell, or he'll come to the door.

Damn noisy neighbors.