Lame.
So I'm going to Sparta today. ::excitement::
However, I must first register a few small complaints:
For the second day in a row, I've been woken up absurdly early by the sounds of 10+ shirtless men smashing the upstairs of my house to bits with large hammers and other tools. Not fun.
After having part of the cieling cave in while I was showering yesterday, I find that today, they've shut off the water in the house. This is before 11:00. Who showers before 11:00? Of course I won't need water after 11:00... Ugh?
So I can't shower at my house at all, I need to go all the way to Jamie's house just to take a bloody shower, so that I can be clean and all that jazz when I get to Sparta. ::sigh::
Finally... the contractor never shuts up. He comes in the house to talk about different music he's heard of, the geography of New York, health food... on and on and on. Shut up. Get to work. Get out of my god damn kitchen. I just woke up, I'm in my boxers, I don't feel like putting on clothes for you and I don't want to hear about this really neat unsigned band you saw once when you were like 24, while I'm standing in the kitchen, getting a glass of water, wiping the sleep from my eyes, with nothing but my underwear on.
However, I must first register a few small complaints:
For the second day in a row, I've been woken up absurdly early by the sounds of 10+ shirtless men smashing the upstairs of my house to bits with large hammers and other tools. Not fun.
After having part of the cieling cave in while I was showering yesterday, I find that today, they've shut off the water in the house. This is before 11:00. Who showers before 11:00? Of course I won't need water after 11:00... Ugh?
So I can't shower at my house at all, I need to go all the way to Jamie's house just to take a bloody shower, so that I can be clean and all that jazz when I get to Sparta. ::sigh::
Finally... the contractor never shuts up. He comes in the house to talk about different music he's heard of, the geography of New York, health food... on and on and on. Shut up. Get to work. Get out of my god damn kitchen. I just woke up, I'm in my boxers, I don't feel like putting on clothes for you and I don't want to hear about this really neat unsigned band you saw once when you were like 24, while I'm standing in the kitchen, getting a glass of water, wiping the sleep from my eyes, with nothing but my underwear on.