Stereo wars: Lunachicks vs. aforementioned crap dance music. It's a close one, actually, because of the reverberating base involved in all techno-crap. So I think it's time to pull out the big guns - Kittie. And if that doesn't work, I'll Metallica him to death. And leave the room.

I didn't understand my neighbour's sudden inconsiderateness, since he's usually been so pleasant. Then I met him in the hall with someone else, who is obviously staying with him. This, I sense, is the perpetrator. Bastard.