I'm lucky my door wasn't chopped down

Getting back from my weekend in North Carolina, I throw my suitcase on the floor, look at my bedroom alarm clock, and notice the little red dot that indicates that my alarm clock is on, which means that, at some point this weekend, my downstairs and upstairs neighbors were treated to an hour of increasingly loud alarm beeping beginning at 8:15 am both Saturday and Sunday morning.

I'm so, so sorry.

To make it up to myself and no one else, I've had the following song on repeat all morning:

Johnny Boy, "You Are The Generation That Bought More Shoes And You Get What You Deserve"

So amazing.