Some Girls Have All the Luck

It all started when I was sitting at my computer and saw the McDuff's Brewery truck pull up. (No, I didn't make that brand up -- fun, hey?) Two men jumped out and rolled two kegs into my neighbors' flat. Well, it wasn't going to be a quiet night, but that kind of thing hasn't ever really bothered me. No worries, let the kids have a good time. I did however miss the protocol that we have always been good at: if you share an entire wall with a neighbor and are going to have a really loud party, you have the goodwill to let your neighbor know and invite them over. I fear I have become the old reclusive student that lives by herself and feeds the ducks. Sad.

Nonetheless, my eventful night of reading and watching TV went on without a hitch, except that I had the twinge of a headache coming on. As I am far too cheap to buy Advil or some equivalent, my strategy for fixing headaches is to ignore them. Usually this strategy works wonders. Unfortunately, this headache kept getting a little worse until I had that one evil creeping thought, "I wonder if this is going to turn into a migrai--" Boom! Migraine City! I had to turn my TV off and cover my head with pillows to drown out the party that wouldn't end. The pressure of the pillow felt like it was crushing my poor little head. No worries, though, that thought was pushed out by... that smell! What was it? Well, I debated between the water in the air (was the H2 contaminating my H2O??), my freshly laundered sheets smelling too clean, and the cotton fibers in my shirt. New strategy time. I decided to focus on every little thing that my senses were freaking out about in the hopes that I would pass out in sheer exhaustion. It worked and my last waking thought was focused on the drunk girl shouting along to that Moulin Rogue song while people clapped and laughed.

Stupid drunk kids. Lucky I didn't call the cops for a noise complaint. Fortunately, I am just the old reclusive duck feeder, not that girl who sucks and calls the cops.