So, Rob called the apartment manager from work today (yesterday?) and told him about the guy above us. He said that when it's loud to call security. Oh yeah, big help they are. However, he also said he'd give the asshole an official noise complaint write up. I really hope it works to keep the volume on his TV down, but I doubt it will. Not that I'm being pessimistic, just that it's around 1am and I can hear his stereo blasting music away. At least I can kinda sleep in tomorrow. I just have a 3pm appointment with the Sportsmans Lodge down on Ventura Blvd. Rob and I are going to check it out as a wedding location.

Well, I'm going to go get ready for bed and pass out. Hopefully. I so need sleep. Or a sledgehammer to the head. Which I think Rob is more than willing to oblige. He's been whining that he wants a sledgehammer for months now (he wants one as big as his 16 year old sister) and going into a hardware store with him earlier tonight (last night?) didn't help the matter. And Rob, if you're reading this . . . NO SLEDGEHAMMER FOR YOU!!!