Drunk people at 3 am outside the window, cars constantly booming by, construction crews in the morning, a truck every first Wednesday and Thursday of each non-bitterly-cold-winter month with the recorded voice of a man shouting in the thickest Boston accent anyone has ever heard shouting something about towing cars (if parked on what happens to be the wrong side of the street) from 5:30 am to 9 am, city workers hacking trees to pieces with buzzsaws and big chippers for hours in the early morning, and — now this — some buffoon outside with a jackhammer and some other heavy machinery who has been operating for a long while now even though it’s nearly midnight; these are all things I can hear from my apartment when I am trying to get some sleep.

Constant construction sounds from the building being built next to work sure does not help my headaches that even Tylenol, Aspirin, Sudafed, and caffeine can’t cure.

Why does Cambridge have to be so noisy?