02/04/2026
ITS 5AM AND MY CEILING IS VIBRATING LIKE A DAMN ENGINE.
Not footsteps. Not music. A straight up rhythmic HUM that shakes my skull awake every morning like clockwork. Earplugs do nothing. My bed is basically part of the machine now.
I finally realized this isn’t “apartment noise,” it’s someone upstairs running some vibrating nonsense directly on the floor like they live alone on a mountain. I even left a polite note like a fool while running on three hours of sleep and pure rage.
Management’s been called. If it keeps happening, I’m syncing my broom to their vibration schedule until we’re both miserable. Shared walls mean shared consequences.