I think I cursed myself last night.

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Within the space of an hour my pretty okay day, turned into a night of sheer crappiness and agonising pain. 

I managed to bang my toe into one of the metal legs of my bed and it ripped half my nail away.  Needless to say there was a lot of blood and there were a lot of tears.  I've practically spent the whole day at work hobbling around like hundred year old woman, nery a seat to be found anywhere - unless you count the floor when the manager wasn't looking that is.

To top it all off, my next door neighbours decided that it was great idea to throw a party at quarter to twelve on a Sunday evening and because of that I've probably had about an hours sleep - it was still going on this morning when the alarm went off - and the only thing that's powering me right now is the gallons of Red Bull that I've consumed throughout the day.  It really isn't nice; I feel jittery, spaced out, and my brain feels like it's been through a cheese grater.  

Ugh.

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Oy, it's still hurting like hell. Thank gaia for painkillers. :)

We do, but they aren't worth the paper they're written on really. The police don't really do much except knock on the person's door and tell them to turn it down a bit, half an hour later it starts up again.

I couldn't be bothered going through all that, besides, it has to be a really repetitive thing before ABOS get served and they're brand new neighbours as well. If it starts to become a regular thing then I might very well start calling the police, but at the moment I'm quite kindly disposed to them since they are a huge improvement over the last lot who were, to be perfectly frank, scum.

Ah, the joys of living in a tenement building where most of the flats are owned by the council. :)