i hate my downstairs neighbours

The people downstairs are either having a party or are experimenting with new deadly sonic weaponry or both. They are firing goddamn bass guns at the ceiling at regular intervals. I feel like the Banks family in Mary Poppins, trying to keep all our crap from falling off shelves and walls and stuff.

Anyway apparently the cross turned purple, and the Montreal Livejournal has photographic evidence (I mentioned this Friday). Thanks to Opti for the up-heads.

Now they're yelling in French. Please leave me a comment telling me how peacefully you are sleeping right now.