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As before – click on the ‘Meltdown’ category to see old versions.

It’s called the “Monday Meltdown” and is an excuse to just let out some of the frustration within. We all have frustration, yes? So – let’s focus our frustration and let it out on Mondays – because we all know that Mondays just deserve it. Just ask Garfield. ::grins::

Here’s how it is going to work. I’m going to post a choice for you. You take it away and go! Either in the comments section or on your own blog. But if you run away to your own blog, please drop me a comment so I can come see. ::grins:: I love to read a good rant.

I also have a button up there you can ‘steal’. Steal meaning take away to your own server. Don’t direct link. I’m afraid I don’t have the bandwidth for that one. (; So – are you ready to vent? I know you are. ::grins::

This week’s rants:
1. Idiots with Loud Music in the wee hours
or
2. People who don’t bother you unless they want something

You are free to rant about both or just one. Some of these rants may come back around, so don’t feel you need to do both of them so you can get it in. ::grins::

Okay! Go! If you are interested in my Meltdown for the week, just click on the ‘more’ there.

Here’s my rant for the week – Idiots with Loud Music in the wee hours.

There you are, sleeping peacefully in your bed, when – out of nowhere, music jerks you from your pleasant dreams. Whether those dreams are of cake, your signifigant other, or even random, abstract, odd things, you do not want them distrubed by some inconsiderate (and probably drunk) moron.

There I was, on Saturday night (okay, Early Sunday morning), peacefully ensconced in bed with my cat, when all of a sudden, I am awake and listening to a piano recital. Of the same sixteen bars. Again. And again. And again. And it was loud. I’m staring at my ceiling, thinking, “Wtf?” I look – 4:30 am. Yes, that’s right. 4:30 am. And I had gone to bed at nearly 2 am. I was not happy. Seriously not happy.

Now, I live in a condo – which is just an owned apartment. I’m pretty sure the dulcet tones were from the apartment above me. However, I didn’t want to get up, get dressed, and go upstairs and wake someone else up if I was wrong. But I was so mad. Who the HELL thinks 4:30 am, even on the WEEKEND, is a good time to practice the piano? (It may have been a keyboard, but still.)

I don’t care if you ARE an insomniac. Keep yourself entertained with someone QUIET at the time of the morning. OTHER people ARE trying to sleep.

GODDESS. I was so close to going postal. So close. GAH.