A: I live next to a kid majoring in "musical composition"
This rots.
I'm about to throw myself against his window, two favorable outcomes can result:
a. my brain is ruptured, falling into snooze-worthy comma
b. the b-minor note which results from the thud of my body hitting glass might just be the last piece to his lyrical puzzle.
Save me sandman. And/or Robitussin with Codeine.
