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Okay, a bit of geography first: the building I live in is long and narrow - one long hallway with rooms on both sides. There's a twin to this building, running parallel to it, and in between a courtyard type space, which google maps suggests is about 100 feet wide and runs the whole length of the buildings. Mostly it's just full of grass a trees, but there are some picnic tables and a patio type thing at one end, and, directly below my window, there's a sand volleyball court.

Now, I should point out that until I lived here this past summer, I had never seen the sandpit actually used as a volleyball court (and the people playing volleyball there this summer didn't live here) - mostly the actual residents here use it as a convenient place to light things on fire, create fireballs, or just blow shit up.

Currently, there is a small stage set up in the volleyball court, maybe a couple of feet high. Complete with yes, drum riser.

I'm scared.

i'd hope it was all a dream except what that says about my subconscious

You know how when you get woken up in the middle of the night, sometimes thinking back the next day you can't quite remember all the details or if it even happened? Well, I think I was woken up at about 4:30am last night by people in the room above me* having loud sex. Possibly even kinky loud sex. DO NOT WANT. Not enough DO NOT WANT in the world.

*The architecture of this building, and specifically the way some of the pipes run in corners instead of in walls, means that under the right conditions, sound travels vertically really well.

Even more DO NOT WANT was the realization that next Saturday I have to be up at 4:30 am (in order to be in Northampton by some ungodly early time like 7 or 8 am). Fencing, why you gotta be like that?