Poor sleep.

On Halloween night this year -- a Thursday night into Friday morning! -- there were some local (student) parties in my neighborhood in the (college town) that I now live in, and they petered out after midnight or maybe one like usual, but then like three-forty that morning, the music was up from somewhere close by my cottage and I could feel the bass when lying in bed, so I tried to ignore it, and then it just continued, so I got up and stuck my head out of my cottage-door and yeah, there was music that would be loud for any time of day happening somewhere in my neighborhood, and so I called the cops and gave them my address and the intersection they should go to, and made a noise complaint.

Like four-oh-five or four-ten the music suddenly cut down, and so I assume that that's when the cops showed up at the party-door.

Like two days later, too, when the subject of daylight savings time came up at work at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now, the (Thai) (wife) owner with the tired face was (in retrospect wrongly) saying that we'd lose an hour's sleep, and so I told her and my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker and my one (older) (Thai) coworker who's a whiz at the phones that that was bad, since I just had bad sleep the other night.

And, I told them about the party, and they said someone was probably drunk, and I agreed, and I said that I had bad sleep for a while until I could get to sleep again, because "I called the cops."

And at that, the (Thai) (wife) owner with the tired face seemed surprised.

"You called the cops?!", she was like.

And, at that point, my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker leapt into the conversation with some tonal interjection that probably means something in (Thai) like you're explaining something, and she was like, "Ahhhhhhhh, old people."