Now I know why the last people left our new place – supercute apartment, but the woman upstairs takes a shower at 4:45 every morning, and the pipes/tub floor or whatever is LOUD AS HELL!!!

But otherwise, I’d probably still be in bed, snuggled up against my honey and sleeping like a baby. Instead, I’m up and working. Perhaps in a few months time, I might owe the completion of this novel to my loudass upstairs neighbor?

I wonder if anyone ever wrote that in the acknowledgments of their book? “Thanks, to the loudass bitch upstairs, for showering at 4:45 a.m..”