Writer in process (The rest is still unwritten)

I'm tired. That's pretty much enough to say. 

I put down the pencil i've been holding in my hand for the last four hours. My stupid administrative writing teacher gave me an assignment to write a five pages long essay on the use of law administrative writing style. I did't even know it existed. 

I raised my hand to grab the TV remote and found that i've got no energy left. I tumbled to my couch not making an effort to go all the way to my bed. My frozen aching muscles completely relaxed when i lay down and stretched out, but the inner fatigue was to much to bear. I felt sleep creeping out to me and dreamland sneak closer and closer.....Zzz

Bam! Bam! Bam-bum-bum! Bam-bam-bum-bum!

I groaned. Seriously? Aren't i allowed a little rest?

I dragged my body to the door, mentally starting to feel my control disintegrate into rage, my whole body feeling like drugged. I exited my flat's door and concentrated with my ears so i could work out where the noise was coming from. Oh, would you look at that. 

The idiot next door.

My fist raised to meet the fabric of the door. Or more likely, to hit it repeatedly.

When no one was still answering i was about to work my leg into action, but then the door opened and my leg connected with their calf.

-Ow! 

Good. Maybe then they'll learn not to break other people's ear drums at two in the morning.

-What is it? - the person asked.

From what i've gathered, it was a boy. Blond and pale, only clothes on him were sweatpants and a tank top.

-Hm. Where to start? Well, nitwit, how about we start with: What the hell are you doing, making such a ruckus this late?!

He widened his eyes a little and  opened his mouth as to speak, but i stopped him. 

-No, i don't care about what you have to say. Listen here: I want to go to my room now and be able to fall asleep without turning deaf. Save your bam-ing and your bum-ing for a club or something. Goodnight and goodbye.

I went to my door and fumbled with my flat keys. After i walked in, i drank a little from my half-empty strawberry juice and fell down directly on my couch. As soon as my head hit the decorative pillow, i was out like a lightning and dreaming with no complemantary noise to go with it.