Dreamed about David Tennant last night, although I don't recall the details, and for that reason was reluctant to wake up. The sleeping pill might also have had something to do with it.

Before I took the sleeping pill, I thought up a John and Penny erotic scene, but I don't know what to do with it. It doesn't fit in my current story.

My neighbors play a lot of video games late into the night. I had my windows open, and I think they had theirs, because the rumbles, explosions, and screams seemed to be coming in Sensurround. (It did interesting things for those semi-dreams you have when you're not quite asleep.) I also heard an intermittently profane, fairly world-weary argument between two men who seemed to be standing on the other side of my blinds, but that was either my neighbor on his balcony or somebody else's competing movie. I'm not sure it was even in English.

Somebody was definitely out in the night screaming "Fuck!" a lot at one point, but what with the sound distortion I don't know if they were down in the courtyard or on the other side of the wall getting killed by video monsters.

My smoke detector was politely reminding me my battery was low every few minutes -- I think that's what finally woke me in the morning -- so I called Maintenance and then took it down so it wouldn't drive me mad. Now it's beeping.