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I'm not in a good mood. First I had a dream about this creepy old man standing at the edge of my bed just staring at me with a huge wicked grin. I kept thinking it was the devil just waiting for me to say something. No wonder why David Lynch uses old people to be his scary characters. Then while trying to sleep this person next door is out tearing up boxes, smashing plastic bottles, and whistling as loud as he can. I couldn't get anymore sleep so here I am on SG while listening to my stereo blast out noise to disrupt the bastard next door's whistling and other crap.