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VITA BREVIS
I belong to the unique race of nightcrawlers abhorred by most people. Nope, not spiders. Lawyers. Or still studying to be one. A twenty three year old female should be out having more fun, falling in love, breaking hearts with her own.
But a girl does what she can with what she has. And from my view, I haven't really been depriving myself of all that. It just means I have to 'schedule' all that into my twenty-five hour days. Takes the fun out of it, I know, especially when I find myself trying to 'buy' time later in the week to go out on a date by finishing my work days earlier in the wee hours of the morning.
But it certainly isn't FUN when I have neighbors to deal with.
My neighbors are the world's greatest alarm clocks. For the three years I've been in law school, they have drilled, hammered, excavated, sawed, and renovated their house to death. My room being on the side of the house nearest to them, I get the benefit of a full concert. Not fun at all when i end up rereading the same paragraph over and over again and my insides are screaming bloody murder. I think anyone who's been in my room, literally, would acquit me then and there.
I used to wonder why my neighbors even bothered. On the rare occasion that my folks and I would reciprocate house calls on Christmases, their house ALWAYS looked the same, inside and out. As if all that drilling never took place. I have several theories about what they actually do there...some Earl Grey-induced, some the product of an imagination kept wide awake with incessant drilling at 4 am. Your guess is as good as mine. :
1. They're insomniacs, compulsive, fickle, house-restorers. But they always end up liking the way the house originally looked.
2. They find hammering, drilling, and sawing therapeutic after a long night trying to overcome impotence.
3. They're trying to build a nuclear shelter without having people know about it, like Brendan Fraser's parents in "Blast From the Past".
4. They're drilling for oil under the belief that doing it on a moonlit night will have the black stuff pulled faster by the moon, the way it does with waves from the ocean.
5. They're smugglers who need to hide their contraband and the only time they think they can do it without everyone else knowing is in the wee hours of the morning when people are supposed to be asleep.
Oh I've got a thousand more theories somewhere. But honestly, I've given up. Try living with that noise every day of your life for three years and eventually you'll think it's music. Rhythmic enough to keep me awake, comforting enough to know that someone's still awake while I'm at work, and lulling enough to put me to sleep when I'm finally done...
Of course I'm kidding.
Fide.