Ted Decibel has returned.
He was on holiday for awhile, or at another rehab place, or at the black-market kitchen-gadget sale with Shifty. But he's back. Oh, yes. He's back. Last night was great.
10pm: Thumping bass. Annoying, but it's only 10. I can deal. I'm still up.
11pm: I'm getting ready for bed. I really hope this seemingly endless rendition of Slim Shady ends soon.
11:30pm: Husbando is asleep. How can he sleep through this?
12am: It doesn't seem to be ending.
12:30am: Oh well, at least we've moved onto Fleetwood Mac.
1:00 am: Hmm....I wonder if I should be able to hear the lyrics of Landslide through the floor and a brick wall?
1:30 am: Probably not.
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