Ah, apartment life. Five years and counting and I have never encountered anyone quite like this.

At any hour of the night or day, the lady upstairs flings open her door, lets the music blaring in her apartment bathe the stairway with racket, and commences to taunt and laugh quite loudly at an imaginary person. She then slams the door, locks it, and repeats this process at random intervals.

When I caught her in the midst of an episode, I ran upstairs and politely asked her to lower the music and her voice. I received the same response as her imaginary friend. She just laughed at me, shook her head, mumbled, and slammed the door.

I went by the office and inquired as to what the hell is going on and got the spiel. The woman apparently suffered a gunshot wound to the head and survived, but is now prone to these episodes. I don’t know if she even has control over herself, so it’s kind of sad. Actually, it’s very sad. I wonder how many apartments she’s been through. In the meantime, no one in the building can sleep and we have all been complaining, so it looks like she will be evicted.

I hope things turn out ok for her in the end and that she has family to watch over her.

Also, happy 35th, Internet. Keep rockin'.