I was woken today by a fast talking, shouting Japanese man. Other than the fact that I usually hit things that wake me up in an overly disruptive manner, I did not have the mental facilities to respond to what he was saying. This led to him rambling on and on about something, whilst I looked at him in sheer confusion.
This event was only made worse when he left, then came back five minutes later. At which point I stumbled on the foot I just had surgery on, leading to a series of swears in at least 5 different languages. This was, of course, followed by his incessant rambling, which I still could not understand.
Long story short: A man half my size ruined my day at 8am, and now I have a small blood stain on my floor (my own, not his).