Last night I discovered why the "early to bed early to rise" adage doesn't work for a twenty something living in a soul-less high rise apartment bloc. The problem of course first arises from the twenty something part of the equation. About an hour after I went to sleep I got a series of three calls from people who'd never considered I could be in bed that early. Well, that already shoots the quality of the sleep to hell, especially considering that one of the calls was from some one I was pissed off with anyway. While I've been known to answer the phone in my sleep, this was not one of those situations, and my cell quickly got turned off.

However, the real joy then came when the natives got restless. The sounds of building's courtyard at night are generally entertaining. Last night they were sad as my pissy restless self listened to one of my neighbors having a rather unfortunate breakup. Much to my chagrin, she was on the phone with her live in boyfriend having this fight, so I only got to hear the one side of the story. Though I was upset at being awake, I did wonder about the positioning of windows that we could each be in our respective apartments and she sounded like she was standing in my bedroom.