Oh, don't worry. The trains don't run at night.

Yeah. That was one of the many lies we were told when we were deciding whether or not to live at the good ol' Winston Factory Lofts. Perhaps we're the idiots who believed the good-for-nothing apartment manager, but when you're desperate for a place to live, especially in such a great location, you'll believe anything. But, I'll be damned if I don't hear an average of 3 trains per night, usually around 0300, 0330, and 0430. It literally sounds like the train is in my living room. Seriously. I've had enough. We're moving to the country. 


My apologies for letting Debbie Downer guest-post on my blog today. Venting is often necessary.