Late last night, or actually, very early this morning, my upstairs neighbors were fighting. Again. She kicked him out. Again. And he's back. Again. Although I heard the chick crying last night as she screamed for the dude to leave, I didn't bother calling the police as I've done once before. Instead, I continued working on my book. Truth be told, I'm sooooo over the two of their antics that one of them will probably be carried away from here in a body bag and the only response that would evoke from me is that I hope they don't spill any blood on MY steps!