noise, noise, noise
It's 7:40am, and there's some sort of dinosaur-looking pavement grinder working on the street outside, making enough noise that my wall and my bed are vibrating. Seriously, what the hell? Isn't there some sort of law or ordinance against making a racket like this at this hour. I know that if I parked on the street with my car stereo putting out the same number of decibels someone would call the cops. Needless to say, I am nothing even remotely resembling a happy person right now.