Just a note.
To the girls who live in the apartment below me: Seriously, what makes you think that slamming the doors and screeching at three o'clock in the morning is a good idea? It may not occur to you, living on the first floor as you do, that every time you fling the door backwards, it shakes everything above you, i.e. my apartment. And you know what happens when you shake the cage of a tired animal?
It. Gets. Pissed.
I have no doubt that you all are nice girls in principle, but I've called the cops on you before.
Don't think that I won't do it again.