I used to think the gay guy who lives upstairs was a mental case because he would occasionally play gay disco house music (female soul singers, synthetic Euro pop) on his bedroom speakers at 7:30 am. It’s bad enough that anyone would listen to that shit at all but loudly enough to bother your neighbors, and while they’re having morning coffee? But lately he’s been loudly giggling at something at the exact same hour…”Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!” On the phone with a friend but every damn morning at 7:15 am or 7:30 am. It’s one thing if you’re having a laugh once in a while, but every morning at the exact same time? Hell is other people.