An Open Letter to Mr. TMI

Tell me, in the wee hours of Friday morning (1:06am, to be precise) is it really necessary to stand 15 feet from my window and talk so loudly?  I can only assume you weren't aware that the 1920's building I live in is brick.  Thus the courtyard my apartment windows look out to, carries sound like the Grand Canyon.  I can only assume you were confused about which early morning it was, Saturday morning at 1:06 am would be forgivable.  

What truly puzzles me is your self-incriminating speech.  The weed consumption, nice.  The sexual escapades in graphic detail, now is that necessary?  Seriously.  If your mom wouldn't want to hear it, neither do I.  Especially, when I'm trying to go to sleep so that I can be alert and productive for that thing I do 5 days a week.  Work.  You should try it!  On a more positive note, it's great to hear that you get up at 6:45am to work out.  I hear that's good for you.  

In conclusion, I'd like to leave you with this pearl of wisdom:

"He who blesses his friend with a loud voice, rising early in the morning, It will be counted a curse to him." ~ Prov. 27:14

Sincerely,

Sleepy in Seattle