The miracle would be both of those men being gone and replaced by nice, elderly, quiet neighbors who respect others who share the complex. Or if I played the lottery and won enough money to move. Or rents suddenly went back down to something reasonable.
Depression is a feeling. Had that thought earlier. I just feel it in my body, if that makes sense. Not the same as feeling down in the dumps, got the blues, missing someone, general sadness.
Now I feel anger rising in my body, WTF is he doing? I would liken the noise to using a rolling pin, but much louder. Hello insomnia. I was relieved when he did not blast the water for too long; curious as to why the water is rushing so loudly, yet he is in kitchen slam/baming stuff. But the noise now, is too, too loud and I am already agitated with remembrances of other nights he started his house cleaning and hammering at late hours, then continued on for hours.
Live alone; does not seem like it. Disturbed to the point that I forgot what I was writing. C'est la vie.