...after the tone.
7:42AM Sunday morning, machine answers the call. How annoying could that be? Not much, eh. Even tho' it is not my phone with that awful ring that is being answered. My stomach knots; do not hear Bill screaming his message on Chris' machine this morning. Whoever called either spoke so quietly I did not hear the message or hung up when machine came on.
It is not today's ringing phone and answering machine that is so distrubing it knots my stomach, it is anticipation of 18 more calls one right after the other; anticipation of listening to Chris' mouth rung, both phones ringing at the same time, answering them, carrying on two conversations. It is last night close to 11PM listening to unknown persons talking in courtyard; a peek out the blinds show Chris' door is closed, yet one voice sounds a lot like his friend Bill's.
Last night, listening to John's gotawful music or TV a bit louder than the low drone that usually penetrates our shared kitchen and bathroom walls. Keeping bathroom door closed does not stop his sound from buzzing around my head in my great room. It would be lovely to be able to go to sleep with silence all around me.
Turn volume up to 100% to drown out noise from John's apartment, move laptop as far as it will go into the kitchen, put in earplugs, pillow over head...
Wake to too loud music when I take earplugs out; can hear birds chirping ~ after I lower my volume ~ just barely over the sound of John's still playing TV or stereo. By the time Chris' phone rings, which is much later than normal, I am already in a foul mood. Sad.
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