No insomniacal jury on Earth would convict me

My party-crazed neighbours must die. Or at least, someone needs to perform Slay Machine on their goddamn speaker system. Subwoofers are from hell, I swear. Three hours of sleep is all I managed -- bastards didn't stop the bloody fucking doof-doof-doof music until five a.m. Oh well. I can function on general lack of sleep and I'm sure I'll find some caffeine somewhere along the way today.

Not much time for a honest-to-goodness update. Not only has there not much really of note been going on (well, I mean, it's of note to me but not exactly the stuff of which grand stories are made), but I have an appointment in a half-hour or so. Meep. Meep, I tell you.

I still miss my computer.