I can hear the people next door urinate, so yeah, I'm pretty much fcuked when it comes to playing music loud. Apartment living sucks in this regard. I've only lived like this for a month or so but I'm looking forwards to the expiaration of the lease. The suburbs, house and distance between creates a buffer that saves a shite load of anxiety. I got back home last wekkend, pretty trashed, knowing I felt shite, which means I look like shite, and unfortunately entered a full elevator heading up to my floor...I thought I'd said hello, realised I hadn't but had the expression that I had, lost the plot, and hated everygod damn second of it.