For the past several months, Friday nights have been a leeeeetle uncomfortable. A strange kind of horrible chanting-type sound has come from the neighboring apartment, and I've had to sleep with the exhaust fan on to block out the awkward noise. Now, I've been pretty patient (aka, I haven't called the mgt office to complain) because I thought it was a kind of spiritual chant. So I've buckled down and tolerated. Alas and Alack.
Hilariously, my hypothesis was COMPLETELY wrong. Tonight, I was right next to the wall I share with the aforementioned neighbors, and I figured out the noise. SOMEONE is "singing" karaoke on Friday nights. I kid you not. The human noise was attempting a very painfully rendered but obviously passionate rendition of "Total Eclipse of the Heart." Sigh. "Once upon a time there was light in my life; now there's only love in the dark."
But there's nothing I can do. It's a total eclipse of the heart.