the joys of apartment life

Is it really necessary for the people living below me to be blasting their music so loud that I could get up and dance to it if I wanted to? And seriously, do they need to sing at the top of their lungs to the music? I realize it's a Saturday morning, but shouldn't they have a little respect for the people who want to sleep past 10:00 am? How about having a little respect for the people STUDYING FOR THE BAR EXAM?

As it gets closer to the bar exam I realize that any patience I might possess in non-bar life is evaporating, but seriously, this is out of control. I mean, what, did they notice that the neighborhood Tourette's birds were absent today and decide to take their place? It's a damned good thing that I'm well versed in criminal law because Husband owns a gun*...and I'm sure a little target practice would do wonders for my general state of mind.

*N.B.: I'm normally a peaceful and non-violent person (except with spiders in my apartment) and usually pretend that Husband doesn't even own a gun. This is just to give you perspective into how studying for the bar turns you into a very warped and angry individual.