midnight posting

As I type this, I am lying in bed awake, a little more than 2 hours past my bedtime. I was rudely snatched from the edges of a blissful sleep when the sound of a muffled male voice - SINGING - awoke me.

At first it began intermittently. A line here, a verse there... and then a 3 minute break. That was about 1/2 hour ago. The good news is he is not entirely tone-deaf. I was even able to make out the tune to "Light My Fire." The bad news is that our budding musician does not know more than a few correct words to any of the songs in his repertoire. Or perhaps he just likes certain lines so much that he must sing them for the world in an endless loop.

Come on baby, light my fire.
Come on baby, light my fire.
Come on baby, light my... FIRE

At first it was amusing. Now it's fucking enraging. After assessing the situation, I determined that the voice was coming from the bedroom above mine. So I did what any rational person would do and banged the hell out of my ceiling with the wooden handle of a 4 ft paint roller.

Either he didn't hear over the din of his own voice or he continued to spite me, because damned if he didn't turn up the volume a few notches. So I put on my slippers and padded upstairs to request that my neighbor be more... neighborly. Only there was no singing to be heard on the 3rd floor. I even peeked through his peephole to see if a light was on. No dice. Is my ceiling thinner than the hallway walls? Is the voice coming from another apartment? The only sound I heard was that of the occasional car passing by. Maybe during the time it took me to walk upstairs the offender decided to quit being an asswipe.

So I went back downstairs.

He's still singing.

Oh, and did I mention? For the past 10 minutes, he has been serenading us all with refrains from "The Sound of Silence." And no, I wouldn't joke about something so cruelly ironic.