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Tuesday, October 31st, 2000 09:37 am
I'm not awake yet.

The house is shaking with unholy noise and vibration. The landlord is doing something, but damned if I can figure out what. This is not a little noise from a drill in the basement, people. This is so loud that I can't even pinpoint whether it's coming from above or below me.

Keith left around nine to go to his morning class. The house was deliciously quiet. I turned over and burrowed into the pillows with full intent of going back to sleep, and was just getting seriously comfy when all hell broke loose. Gooooooood morning, Vietnam!

I'm not a happy camper.

And as long as I'm complaining: what's with the quiet on Live Journal lately? Fewer posts, fewer comments, less interaction. What gives?

I'll tell you a story as soon as I'm conscious. I promise.
Tuesday, October 31st, 2000 08:55 am (UTC)
I've been posting in a state of half conciousness (did I spell that right??) lately...I'm trying to catch up on my comments and stuff today.

Happy Halloween, btw....I also look forward to your story....
Tuesday, October 31st, 2000 12:33 pm (UTC)
Landlords,jackhammers, bureaucrats, headaches...

No offense, Swerve, but somebody's out to get ya.

Time to join the NRA and get yerself a revolver.

helpfully,

Dedlus