F#%king Party

It's 3:30 in the morning, and our neighbors are having a party. And we weren't invited. I don't mind that, really. I just wish we could sleep. But you see, our neighbors apparently like really, really, really loud music with a driving bass and drum beat. And then there are the occasional belligerent, drunk Frenchmen who have suddenly decided it's their God-given right to wake up anyone and everyone within a 500 foot radius with their incoherent yelling and bottle smashing. To top it all off, I just went to the window to try to see where all the noise was coming from, and what did I see? I single, ginormous rat slowly making it's way across the place down below our apartment. Ugh. I'm tired.