Open-door policy

My neighbors down the way and across the hall -- the ones who have 22 children and who I swear to God cook and do dishes all day long WITH THEIR DOOR OPEN AT ALL TIMES -- appear to be having another party this afternoon. A loud one (but what do they ever do that isn't loud, I ask). This grammarian admits she's a little less than tolerant today for reasons related to the consumption of ungodly -- yet glorious -- amounts of alcohol coupled with not nearly enough sleep. And she'd also like to note that she's on deadline right now. It's hard enough to concentrate on "The Truth About Exterior Insulation Finish Systems" under ideal conditions. So, yeah, perhaps I'm overreacting just a tad. But still! CLOSE YOUR FRACKING DOOR, YOU FRACKING HALF-WITS.

I will say they've chosen better music for this shindig: Michael Jackson's "Thriller." For this I am grateful. If I had to edit in this condition whilst listening to Tejano music, I might have to throw myself out the window.