Were I to write this for an audio production, it would go something like this:
SFX A MUFFLED WHIRRING SOUND, AS IF A JET TURBINE IS BEING WARMED UP, QUICKLY FOLLOWED BY A VERY SHARPIt is directly underneath my place of attempted sleep, and is continuing at this very moment accompanied with large thumps, slams, rhythmic hammering, and drill groans that now sound more like trombone glissandos than honks. I do not remember asking Blue Man Group to practice here today. Coming downstairs does not help things, as these ungodly sonic atrocities reverberate throughout the entire place. You can feel it in the floor, even.
SFX HONK!! (MAKE IT AS LOUD AND AS UPFRONT AS YOU CAN. I DON'T CARE IF IT GIVES HEART ATTACKS TO LISTENERS ON HEADPHONES, BUT COMPLETE AND TOTAL DISCOMFORT IS THE PRIMARY GOAL HERE.)
Combined with the insomnia from last night, this has turned me into a very angry ball of sleep-deprived nerves completely lacking in the energy necessary to perform even the slightest acts of anything, which includes my plan of going out and buying some cat food so when the cat wakes up (how he's asleep is beyond me; the fellow could sleep through an alien invasion) he won't continue to keep me up with his incessant FOOD GOZ IN HEER reminders.
However, the fellows seem to have had enough fun for one day and are now tromping out the door to their truck. I hope they're driving away for good and not just for a lunch break. An attempt shall now be made to tromp upstairs and grab more sleep time. I hate days like this.