This is the Blog Where I Scream

It's Sunday night, and I'm listening to Lady Earthquake downstairs stomping around.  Yes, she lives BELOW me, and I feel like there is someone living above me here on the top floor.  A heavy walker can be forgiven, but add to it the fact that she has to slam EVERY door in the apartment, including cabinets, her wardrobes, closet doors, bathroom door, front door.  It's been 10 months of hell in what I thought would be one of my favorite apartments.  Dear God, why can't I afford to rent both apartments and get rid of the menace?