I think I might. And over something stupid. (or is it?)
It's Sunday. Oh yeeeaaaaaah. Relax before work tomorrow. Right? Apparently not.
My neighbour has decided to rent/buy a fucking JACKHAMMER and is and demolish his back yard path'n'patio.
It's right outside my window. My apartment is trembling from the vibrations. The cats are walking around with "W-T-F?!?'expressions on their little faces. I've got the television on and up to about 25 to try and drown it out. I'm wearing down my fillings from gritting my teeth. I'm considering moving to an abandoned island.