I'm not trying to be mean...

...but the Indian children at my apartments make my tubes spontaneously tie themselves. Hush, babies, momma's got a migraine. I could hear the harsh, steady whine of their tinny screaming voices through the walls and glass of my bedroom and I wanted to throw grenades off my balcony. Metaphorically, of course. To be fair, I got home at 3:30 which is prime playing hours, but they were out till 9. NINE PM!! Who lets their children skate in the dark? Shrieking all the while. Next time I have to leave work early to go sleep a migraine off in my cavelike room, I'm going to wear earplugs.