3:30 a.m.

Since midnight I have experienced the joy of listening to the party next door. I got to listen to everyone arrive, greet each other, and head for the beer. An hour later, I got to smell them as they passed round the pot. After that, it was the drunken brawls. And now, we are to the sick "oh God, why did I mix alcohol and pot in that order it's time to go puke my guts out in the shrubbery!"

I must say, it has painted a rather odd soundtrack for the last stretch of my blogging.