Dearest bike--
I know. Stop giving me those looks. If it doesn't rain tomorrow morning, we're going out. I just don't feel like riding if I didn't sleep well the night before. Sorry.

Dear people upstairs--
Okay, I understand that last night was a Friday night. But loud (and probably beer-soaked) parties with your friends until all hours is not necessary. Your choice in music wasn't bad, but I don't quite understand how you manage to blast Coldplay. I wasn't sure it was actually possible. Also, it doesn't do much good if I'm trying to sleep.
The people downstairs.