The room above my room always stomps at the worst times.
I want to study? NOPE stomping ensues.
I want to sleep at 2 AM? NOPE. stomping
I honestly have no idea what goes on up there. Sometimes it sounds like they’re bouncing a basketball up there. Either that, or they just jump up and down whenever they move around. Sheeeeeeesh.
On a completely distant note, I have the munchies. That bruscetta from back home would be nice right about nowww wah wah wah. Damn.
AND THIS WAS ON THE PIER. Doesn’t get much fresher/better than that.