I live on the first floor of a four-floor apartment complex, it's a little past 3 AM here, and there's been a Halloween bash of some sort going on upstairs since at least midnight. Just a constant barrage of loud, annoying music and people stomping their feet. It's a good thing I haven't been trying to sleep, because there's no way I'd be able to. My roommate, meanwhile, is sleeping like a baby; I don't know how he does it. I can't even hear myself think. When the hell is it going to be over? This sucks. Shit like this certainly doesn't make me less suicidal, I can tell you that. If anything, it's fuel for the fire.