The worst thing about living in an apartment complex is that you might be unlucky enough to end up next to someone like my neighbor. I'm not really sure which one it is, but since 8 am they have been listening to Celine Deion. And if you know anything about this particularly crappy Canadian singer you know that no matter how loud you turn your music to drown her out, her piericing belts of high pitched notes will always sit on top of the loudest music you can find. I've gone through almost a dozen cds now and I can still here her wail in the background, just barely audible, but bad enough for me to want to go into my bathroom and try remaking the end scene from PI. 