I woke up Sunday morning with a feeling of impending doom, like there was a thing I had to do and if I didn't do it then something really bad was going to happen. I tried my best to alleviate the dread with: bike rides, mimosas, more bike rides, lazing by the canal, poutine, and yoga (in that order). But I couldn't shake it. The feeling just lingered all day and eventually I decided that it was probably triggered by a dream (or, more likely, by dissertation anxiety. That thing just isn't moving).

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In the middle of the night, BT's downstairs neighbour woke us up by pounding on her ceiling loudly for about 30 seconds. One night last October, she used a broomstick to bang on the ceiling intermittently for hours. It eventually escalated into BT pounding on her door around 3am and the police being called. When they finally showed up she was in the middle of leaving a long rambling message on BTs voicemail so we got to hear her entire explanation to the cops, which was drunk to the point of incoherency and involved them politely suggesting she just go to sleep (i.e. pass out).

That whole drama was triggered by us being too loud on the stairs around midnight the night before, so we know she's definitely skilled in the art of revenge ceiling banging. I don't know what triggered it this time, but BT and I lay awake tensely for an hour waiting for the follow-up knocking to ensue. I finally just put it out of my mind and fell asleep and forgot about it, but BT is not so forgiving and this morning he was still fuming about it, culminating in me saying something to the effect of, "no one wants to date the Unib0mber, please chill".

I am sure this is going to go nowhere good. She is legitimately hard to deal with but he doesn't help things. Somehow conflicts just mushroom cloud without warning. Ugh, suddenly I need more poutine.

10:50 a.m. - 2015-07-06