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See, it's rarely internal stuff that keeps me up.
The external stuff can be utterly maddening, though.
For instance, early-morning mariachi music is a bloody epidemic.
Imagine *finally* lying down at the end of a really long, really grueling day, all the while knowing that you're going to be even busier the following morning. Your sheets are a little bit stiff and itchy – you really should have known better than to buy detergent from a place with "value" in its name – but you manage to arrange yourself into a not-entirely-uncomfortable position and start drifting toward slum BAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH DAH, BAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH!
You sit bolt upright, certain that you're having another one of those cheese-induced nightmares... but no, the noise is still there, and it's apparently growing in volume. You get up to shut the window, only to discover that it was already closed. *How?!* you think. *How could that possibly be so loud?! Are these the trumpets of Tlaltechutli herself?!* Pulling pillows over your head does very little to drown out the marauding brass section, but you reason that oxygen deprivation might send you off to sleep before your ears start to bleeDAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH DAH, BAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH!
Eventually, you start contemplating murder. Okay, no, maybe not murder. Maybe you could just throw rocks at the source of the sound. You'd have to find it first, though, and that might require getting dangerously close to whatever unholy relic was capable of producing such a mind-obliterating cacophony. For a moment, you wonder if earplugs could protect you, then you realize that a more reasonable solution might be to wear those same earplugs to bed. What if you wound up sleeping through your alarm, though? Do you even *have* any earplugs, or did you throw them away after the last time you got dragged out to a "concert" consisting of some tone-deaf idiot with delusions of artistic talent? Why does anyone even like him, anyway? Come to think of it, is he available for bookings? A fight to the death between him and Diablo's Own Horn Section could be amusing to watch, if only because it might actually be quiet after somebody die DAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH, BAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH! BAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH...
At some point, you decide to just go to work.
... BAH DAH-DAH-DAH-DAH, DAH-DAH-DAH *DAH!*
The external stuff can be utterly maddening, though.
For instance, early-morning mariachi music is a bloody epidemic.
Imagine *finally* lying down at the end of a really long, really grueling day, all the while knowing that you're going to be even busier the following morning. Your sheets are a little bit stiff and itchy – you really should have known better than to buy detergent from a place with "value" in its name – but you manage to arrange yourself into a not-entirely-uncomfortable position and start drifting toward slum BAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH DAH, BAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH!
You sit bolt upright, certain that you're having another one of those cheese-induced nightmares... but no, the noise is still there, and it's apparently growing in volume. You get up to shut the window, only to discover that it was already closed. *How?!* you think. *How could that possibly be so loud?! Are these the trumpets of Tlaltechutli herself?!* Pulling pillows over your head does very little to drown out the marauding brass section, but you reason that oxygen deprivation might send you off to sleep before your ears start to bleeDAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH DAH, BAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH!
Eventually, you start contemplating murder. Okay, no, maybe not murder. Maybe you could just throw rocks at the source of the sound. You'd have to find it first, though, and that might require getting dangerously close to whatever unholy relic was capable of producing such a mind-obliterating cacophony. For a moment, you wonder if earplugs could protect you, then you realize that a more reasonable solution might be to wear those same earplugs to bed. What if you wound up sleeping through your alarm, though? Do you even *have* any earplugs, or did you throw them away after the last time you got dragged out to a "concert" consisting of some tone-deaf idiot with delusions of artistic talent? Why does anyone even like him, anyway? Come to think of it, is he available for bookings? A fight to the death between him and Diablo's Own Horn Section could be amusing to watch, if only because it might actually be quiet after somebody die DAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH, BAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH! BAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH...
At some point, you decide to just go to work.
... BAH DAH-DAH-DAH-DAH, DAH-DAH-DAH *DAH!*
