The noise coming from downstairs is so frantic and repetitive. I was hoping he wouldn't be here today. My stomach will be too sick to eat if he doesn't go anywhere today. It isn't fair that he gets to do this to me. When either the landlord or the janitor are around he doesn't dare make it so loud. He knows the difference between right from wrong but when it's just me, he doesn't care. Then he tells everyone I have to do business with lies about me (the UPS guy, the peapod delivery guys). Another holiday he has ruined for me. I guess I can call the landlord again. The pos has ruined thousands of my days since I've lived here.