Waking up at six in the morning on a fucking Sunday, because the asshole who lives in the apartment across the hall has a legion of stupid friends that don't know the difference between the numbers 40 and 41. Sooo, the loud ass doorbell scares me awake and then I'm looking at the intercom and I can see who it is, I get mad, don't let him in the building and do this thing with the box that makes it so he can't ring any of the bells again, and then I can't go back to sleep. AND I don't have anymore sleeping pills so chances are, I'm going to be awake until tomorrow morning and I'm not happy about it.