God I'm tired...

Last night / this morning, as seems to be becoming a regular occurrence for a Sunday night / Monday morning, my upstairs neighbour arrived at their flat at about 0100 and departed a small number of hours later at about 0500. For approximately an hour (which seemed to actually be several) following arrival and before departure, he/she (although I believe it to be the "she" of the partnership) stomped around on their wooden floors, turned taps on and off (which make a horrendous clunking noise when turned off), opened and closed doors (which are horribly squeaky) and did immense and lengthy drying of the hair. The previous day was occupied with socialising with the girlfriend's relatives, sweating lots and playing a couple of hours of Killzone (to try and switch off from the intense socialising) just before going to bed... none of which aided in my endeavour to sleep through the insufferable clamour of the neighbours.

Having achieved what seems to be only about 60 minutes of unconsciousness, before arising at 0620h in order to undertake the various ablutions required before travelling to work, I find myself drifting hazily through a dreamlike state, whilst staring at my PC monitor, wondering if there is enough caffeine in the world (or at least in the coffee machine) to get me through the next eight and a half hours.

Oh what do I do?! I have considered the insertion of earplugs, but I fear, during the night, they may worm their way deep into the cavity of my aural organs and take it upon themselves to travel through the soft and squishy matter of the hue of grey, and partake of a joyous rendezvous therein.

I have also considered powerful heavy weaponry (some of those items used in Killzone may do the trick), but I fear such actions may be interpreted in the eyes of the law as "use of excessive force."

I cannot request that my neighbours abstain from any and all noise between the hours of 2300h and 0800h, as I am all too aware that the flats in which we reside are designed such that the slightest movement or activity of any kind incites reactions of a decibelic nature akin to those which may have been considered by the Spanish Inquisition to be "likely to elicit information of a most desirous form."

But how do I effectively and practically deal with what is turning out to be an at-least-weekly form of sleep deprivation-based torture?

Any and all suggestions pertaining to the above will be mightily appreciated.

Yours gloopily-eyed and knackered beyond belief...

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