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May 4, 2008
The sounds from Richard and Susan's apartment always manage to find their way through my thin floor, which is their thin ceiling.

At night when I'm trying to sleep I can hear the muffled sounds of what is either a hushed argument or a session of angry lovemaking. At these times I'm glad I bought those yellow foam earplugs at the drugstore -- I can put them in and pretend I have nice, sane people living beneath me.

Sometimes I wonder why they don't just break up, but I guess they've decided that being miserable together is better than being alone.