not again...

Now it's the people downstairs.

I went to my room to have a little nap earlier but there were noises, initially vague from the apartment below. These noises became louder and lost any vague quality they had. More sex. My whole building is having sex apart from me. Darnit.

The guy downstairs was quite the talker. He was chatting away the entire time. I say chatting as I couldn't know for sure what he was saying. Lying on the floor with my ear to the ground didn't bring the clarity I would have liked. Too muffled. But I could hear the noise of him talking. Constantly. Constantly. What he could have been saying I don't know. I think I heard a couple of "Do you like that ... yeah ... yeah?" But being asked rhetorically. It was non-stop. I presume there was some repitition. There just isn't that much to talk about while having sex, as far as I can remember. Maybe it was kind of a running commentarylike you'd get in a sports event. The Derby horse race was on in England yesterday. They manage to talk through a lot of riding in that. Or maybe he was telling the lucky lady about his week at work or something. I've often thought about telling jokes just to keep a lady entertained while sex is happening. I'm pathetically eager to please I think. Perhaps a card trick. That'd be interesting. Or produce a unicycle from the bed and take a spin around the room, while juggling.