While I'm quite aware that you've no idea that I've been battling the flu for the past five days, I would appreciate it if you didn't hold loud, heel-clomping, bass-thumping parties on Thursday nights until 1:00 AM. Especially if you decide to continue with bed-shaking, wanton-moaning sex directly above me at 5:00 AM, waking me up to the point where I can't really get back to sleep.
If you must, please just make the sex come right after the party so I can get a contiguous block of sleep of at least six to seven hours in length without feeling the need to get up and watch this week's episodes of Lost
because I'm tired of tossing and turning.
Your Downstairs Neighbor.
Honestly, it didn't really sound like he got you off at all either...