Toy Skeleton

I’ve photographed this little guy before. He hangs in my kitchen, from one of the cupboard door handles. He’s got a mechanism that, when you pull on him, makes his teeth chatter. He’s very cute.

Not so cute is the noise from Mr. Upstairs. He’s always loud, but the past few days, he’s been cycling into into another ubernoisy period. Last night, at 3am, I woke up to him pounding away on his keyboard. He had it set on “harpsichord,” and kept playing the same phrase over and over and over and over again. Putting a pillow over my head didn’t do any good. The noise was so loud that I could feel the vibrations from it, and I could still hear it through the pillow.

That went on for a couple of hours, and then, at about 5am, he turned on the TV. I guess the talking heads were finally awake? So I got to listen to some right-wing nonsense until I finally got up. And now, it’s 2:00 and he’s back at the keyboard. And the same little piece of music. Even two rooms away, with the door shut, I can hear it.

Oh, and did I mention that I have a headache? No? Well, I do, and the noise and the irritation are not helping it go away!