So, I decided to go out and have some beers last night with some buddies that live in Carver (just south of here). I try not to drink when I have to work the next day (the aforementioned rising and shining at 6:30am) but I figured why not. So I call it early at like 11:45 and decide I needed to probably just go home and go to bed. I do so, and am sleeping off my buzz nicely when promply at 3:15 am I am woken up. Just a little background, my neighbors that I share said paper thin wall with are good kids, they're young but nice people none the less. One of them is a baker here and goes to work at like 4:30am or some unholy time like that. So, at 3:15am I shoot straight up to the sounds of Shania Twain POUNDING through my thin-assed wall. I mean like the radio was next to my head loud. I was still 1/4-1/2 in the bag at this point so I was seriously confused. After about 15 minutes of this wretched wake up call, I realized that it was coming from my neighbors bedroom on the other side of my wall. I'm a relatively laid back person but when I've got to get up at 6:30, this is totally unsatisfactory. I finally got out of bed and was winding up to put my fist through the wall when it stopped, mid swing. So now I'm WIDE awake and pissed off. You know when you get so mad theres no possible way your going to go back to sleep? If it happens again I'm going to return the favor with a much larger stereo and some Slayer and see what they think. So thank you Ms. Twain for making me almost fall asleep 35 times at work today.