I was wrong. He was only quiet for one day, and not even all of that. He’s making up for that silence today. Earlier today he spent roughly thirty minutes screaming as loudly as possible because he was bored. Since then he’s lapsed into constant whistling intersperced with moans, groans, screams and random hooting. He’s been doing this for hours without pause. This is not an exaggeration.
I know it’s terrible of me, but I find myself sincerely wishing that he was actually suicidal and that he’d hurry the hell up so I could get some damn peace. Yesterday was the quietest we’ve had since this assclown showed up. Pure bliss.