The music is loud again

It doesn't have to be the weekend.
Any night of the week, my neighbours can throw a party and make plenty of noise into the night.
I'm not the only one who's had enough of it.
I can hear them in the backyard, talking and laughing. I hate the noise.
I know nobody could hear them scream over the music. Even if someone did hear, they've probably had enough of it too and would help me dispose of the bodies.
Then we'd create our alibis. We'd form a powerful bond and our lives would be intertwined forever.
I could wait inside the house. In the bathroom. Pick them off one by one.
I wonder if it would be more satisfying to feel their life slip from their body as I choke the life out of them, or if it would be better to grab a knife on the way out and watch the blood ooze out of their bodies.

And then I remember it's cold outside.

And I am already in bed.

I turn the fan on to drown out the noise, roll over and go to sleep.