Your Unemployed Daughter

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Fascinating news from the New York Post today: More than two-thirds of city residents hear their neighbors having sex!

Most intriguing to me is that I’ve actually never heard my neighbor—who shrieks at weird times in the middle of the night in seeming temper tantrums, throws things at walls, and blows her nose quite loudly, along with other annoying acoustical habits (just today she was blasting The Office theme song at 9 in the morning)—in any sort of passionate throes.

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Lots of drama last night. Remember the bed-burner I wrote about just yesterday? Well, she’s at it again. (The above is a not very good picture of my building surrounded by firemen, you know, those dudes with the reflective stuff.)

To recap: I went to the gym yesterday around 7, stayed for yoga until 9, and then came home, showered, and started to make dinner. I smelled something funny when I came in the building, but it was faint, and they’d been working on one of the apartments upstairs, so I figured it was related.

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Today is a weird day in my building. At 6 in the morning I was woken up by two men screaming at each other. Well, first I was woken up because there was this repeating thudding noise that somewhere in my brain I was trying to decipher—was it a woodcutter chopping wood? Someone slamming a door? It totally incorporated into my dream, in which I was somewhere in SE Asia on a bumpy road, sharing a bus seat with three people and hoping my iPod was on board.

At any rate, the dream dissolved when the one man started yelling at the other guy telling him to stop making the banging noise, which the accused man seemed to have no idea about whatsoever.

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