Any legitimate plot for revenge should include a good old ding-dong ditch. And this one did... After 2 1/2 teaspoons of NyQuil (directions say 2 but I figure I should make it worth my while) I was nestled in my bed, enjoying my recently dry-cleaned duvet like any lady would. Given the circumstances, I planned on upwards of 8 glorious hours of sleep. I'm a firm believer in a 1 to 1 ratio as far as sleep and work time are concerned. Around 3:15 this morning an unusual (unless you live in my awesome apartment building) scene woke me...and it was a scene . Somebody was putting on quite a show, and the soundtrack was unlike one I have ever heard...especially directly above my head. While I did NOT care to entertain any thoughts or visions of what was occurring a vinyl floor away, the 5-7 silent minutes between sessions, did lead me to conclude a few things: My upstairs neighbor apparently moonlights as a porn star No matter what situation I'm in (or situation I'm forced to be
Tales that are just long enough.