JackGerundHammer Damn it. After a day of feeling cruddy followed by a long
night of not quite managing to fall asleep despite a tryptophan-rich
meal, I finally achieved sleep at 7:00.
And as of 7:50, there's a jackhammer chittering its way
through the sidewalk outside my window. Ten minutes to fucking
eight ay em.
Okay, I know that before the weekend this time would've been
called ten to nine thanks to Daylight Redistribution Time, but
it is still ten to eight this week, and still fifty precious
minutes since I finally managed to fall asleep this morning,
and still right outside my fucking bedroom window with a
thrice-damned pneumatic jackhammer.
I'm feeling sore from the all over muscle clench that noise
produced as it woke me.
Damn it.
(And as long as I'm bitching about stuff on my street:
sometime between when I came in Hallowe'en night and the
next time I looked out the window Saturday afternoon, some
asshole snapped off all the trees that my next-door neighbour
had planted in the until-then-empty tree-planter-boxes on the
sidewalk over the summer. Broken off right about where the
branching started. *grrr*)