like sleeping on stage

My landlords, as part of their concerted effort to illuminate the fucking planet, have installed another set of exterior lights. This makes the fourth new set since I've been in my apartment, plus two exterior lighted signs. The problem (beyond light pollution and the general pain in the ass nature of too many lights in a relatively small town that could have been legitimately dark and kind of pretty at night if it weren't for power-hungry locals going nuts with electricity)? They are aimed directly into my windows. Every time I even glanced toward the north, I was punished with a shot to the retinas that I am still feeling. The kitchen seemed to be the worst, so I closed the blinds completely in there. Little did I know....

I have thermal block-out curtains in my bedroom. I bought them when they installed the first set of lights, way back when. They do a decent job, but nothing could really handle such large lights, so far away, that are aimed so directly toward the windows. Still, I've become accustomed to sleeping in a bedroom that is not completely dark (though I VERY much prefer a VERY dark room in which to sleep). Last night, though? I did manage to get to sleep, eventually. I woke when my nearest idiot neighbor left for work this morning (before dawn). I looked at the clock - 4:00 - and realized that I could also read the small text on the hand lotion bottle next to the clock. It was THAT fucking BRIGHT in my bedroom. Which should have been DARK at that time.

Expecting an argument, I stopped in the landlords' office this morning before leaving for work. I framed my statement carefully: not too whiny, not too aggressive, not too plaintive. Just, please re-aim the lights. And their answer? "Oh, OK. Sorry about that."

Thus deflated, I promptly headed to the bakery and bought donuts for breakfast. I will take out my frustrations on a glazed with sprinkles.