Yesterday was Wednesday. Today is Thursday. Both of these are known as “weekdays”. Now, normal people generally have to go to this thing known as “work” on days known as “weekdays”. In my case, I had to be in the office, feeling coherent enough to summarise and explain a paper where every other line contained a mathematical equation, to my supervisor, who’s not very knowledgeable on the entire area of radio jets. However, this cannot be done on five hours of sleep.
Therefore, the next time you have a loud party at your house till 2 in the morning on a weeknight - and by loud I mean, I could hear everything, right down to your guests’ god-awful “singing”, from the other side of the house - I will come over to your house and fucking rip your music making devices out of the wall and shove them up your fucking arses. Inconsiderate bastards.
Don’t make me have wild, loud, athletic sex at 9am on a Sunday just to piss you off…