Chronology of a crappy morning
May. 31st, 2002 07:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
napoleonherself6:05 AM: Awaken to unlovely sound of neighbors' car idling and two of them shouting at each other to be heard over the sound.
6:10 AM: First idling car is joined by a second. Why are they idling two cars at once? The better to fill my room with exhaust fumes, I suppose.
6:13 AM: Second car no longer idling, first car still idling. And now they're yelling angrily over the carsound.
6:15 AM: Car has gone. Blissful silence. Entertain notions of falling back asleep.
6:17 AM: Someone else has apparently come out of the house to take up the argument with the one who got left behind when the car left.
6:20 AM: Neighbors have perhaps gone back inside, or perhaps died, whatever. Either way, blissful silence.
6:21 - 6:30 AM: Neighborlady begins loudly, repeatedly clearing her throat. While apparently just sittin' and chillin' in the driveway.
6:35 AM: Car returns, its motor sending up sympathetic vibrations in my house which is now buzzing and shaking all around me. Neighbor, neighbor in car and stranger in car shout merrily at each other over the sound.
6:40 AM: Car still idling. Neighbors still bopping noisily in and out of their house, slamming car doors and opening them again and slamming them again.
6:45 AM: Car leaves again. But at this point, it's too damn late.
Estimated time I need to leave to go to school for one of the most difficult finals I've ever had to take in my life: 11:25 AM
Time I was planning to get up: 8:30ish or 9
Amount of sleep I was planning to get: 'bout eight, eight and a half hours
Amount of sleep I got: five hours.
I hate them. I hate them so... goddamn... much.
I sometimes post things along the lines of 'I am going to cry now' even though I'm not literally going to cry. However, I truly think I would honestly be crying at this moment if my eyes were not completely dry from exhaustion.
We literally can't let more than a few weeds grow on our lot before the manager comes crashing down on us, but the neighborbastards can shout at each other and rev their car literally all hours of night or day -- at a time when the manager claims to be cracking down on noisiness of this very nature -- and get away with it. *cough*favoritism*cough*
Ah, let's add this:
6:55 AM: try to sign on. Access number still leads to recorded message.
I hate you too, CompuServe. There are seven access numbers close enough for me to use. Four of them have apparently been disconnected without a breath of warning. That leaves three, two of which are so bogged down that they simply will not connect above 28.8. And I can literally hear crackling line noise on the third.
Why does the world detest me so much?
6:10 AM: First idling car is joined by a second. Why are they idling two cars at once? The better to fill my room with exhaust fumes, I suppose.
6:13 AM: Second car no longer idling, first car still idling. And now they're yelling angrily over the carsound.
6:15 AM: Car has gone. Blissful silence. Entertain notions of falling back asleep.
6:17 AM: Someone else has apparently come out of the house to take up the argument with the one who got left behind when the car left.
6:20 AM: Neighbors have perhaps gone back inside, or perhaps died, whatever. Either way, blissful silence.
6:21 - 6:30 AM: Neighborlady begins loudly, repeatedly clearing her throat. While apparently just sittin' and chillin' in the driveway.
6:35 AM: Car returns, its motor sending up sympathetic vibrations in my house which is now buzzing and shaking all around me. Neighbor, neighbor in car and stranger in car shout merrily at each other over the sound.
6:40 AM: Car still idling. Neighbors still bopping noisily in and out of their house, slamming car doors and opening them again and slamming them again.
6:45 AM: Car leaves again. But at this point, it's too damn late.
Estimated time I need to leave to go to school for one of the most difficult finals I've ever had to take in my life: 11:25 AM
Time I was planning to get up: 8:30ish or 9
Amount of sleep I was planning to get: 'bout eight, eight and a half hours
Amount of sleep I got: five hours.
I hate them. I hate them so... goddamn... much.
I sometimes post things along the lines of 'I am going to cry now' even though I'm not literally going to cry. However, I truly think I would honestly be crying at this moment if my eyes were not completely dry from exhaustion.
We literally can't let more than a few weeds grow on our lot before the manager comes crashing down on us, but the neighborbastards can shout at each other and rev their car literally all hours of night or day -- at a time when the manager claims to be cracking down on noisiness of this very nature -- and get away with it. *cough*favoritism*cough*
Ah, let's add this:
6:55 AM: try to sign on. Access number still leads to recorded message.
I hate you too, CompuServe. There are seven access numbers close enough for me to use. Four of them have apparently been disconnected without a breath of warning. That leaves three, two of which are so bogged down that they simply will not connect above 28.8. And I can literally hear crackling line noise on the third.
Why does the world detest me so much?
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I guess
Date: 2002-05-31 03:16 pm (UTC)Re: I guess
Date: 2002-05-31 03:26 pm (UTC)Same basic reason I'll never get contacts. Put things in my organs of sight? No thanks!
Earplugs don't hurt
Date: 2002-05-31 03:33 pm (UTC)Contacts, on the other hand... |/
Re: Earplugs don't hurt
Date: 2002-05-31 03:43 pm (UTC)Which of course isn't really the case, but I've found that life is more amusing when you strip everything of context.
"So Stephen Hawking was talking to me today as I cut diagonally across a busy intersection..." (note: really happened)