There's nothing like waking up in your own bed after a weekend of heavy socializing and light sleep TO THE SOUND OF DEMOLITION AT 7:30 IN THE MORNING 10 FEET FROM YOUR BEDROOM.

They are tearing up our balcony--which means hammering the crap out of the cement. Then, in the lot next door, they are weed-whacking the back yard, as it has 5 ft high vegetation. It is taking every ounce of strength I possess to not put my face through the wall.