It's 8:43 p.m. and my upstairs neighbor is having sex. I'm in my living room with my dehumidifier and my ac on. And I can still hear his squeaky bed. Oh, he just changed positions. The bed stops bouncing for a bit, then the rhythm starts up again. Maybe I'm just jealous because I'm by myself in front of my computer picking my nose. Maybe I need to buy him a new bed.