Lesson I learned in college: never, ever, send emotional email after midnight. Even if you think it is a really, really good idea. Even if you read it two or three times. Save said message in your drafts folder. The next day, read said message over, and realize that it is probably not necessary to send it. I’m glad I learned this lesson in college, or I would be sending stupid email after midnight. And no, I am not going to say what the message was or who it was to–that would defeat the purpose of not sending the message.
My apartment overlooks the street onto the Brooklyn Bridge. At least once a month, I hear a squealing sound followed by a crashing sound outside. In this case, the sounds went: squeal, crash, thumpa, thumpa, thumpa, crunch.
Fortunately, no one was hurt–an ambulance didn’t even show up.