Sending Out Heart Attack Applications To The Grim Reaper

8AM: Wraaam! Wraaam! Bang bang bang! The neighbors are up-and-working. My bed is rotating, pillows vibrating. Without anesthesia: mission “Get 7-8 Hours-Of-Refreshing-Sleep” Impossible! I get up with clenched fists (and brain)… about to… Punch The Wall! Then I hold in and tell myself: “Dude, now you got 2 choices: Numero uno: Switch on ‘angry-mode’, yell … [Read more…]