a grand day indeed…
i’m finally starting to wake up. It is almost noon here in Chicago and I’m just now starting to feel normal. yeah, the upstairs neighbors were at it again. At precisely 1:32am (I know because I looked at the clock in amazement) there was an extremely heavy object dropped onto the floor directly above my head rousing me from my 2-martini induced sleep of the dead.
The ensuing gymnastics floor exhibition continued until well after 4:00am and followed me to the living room when I attempted to sleep on the couch to get away from it.
Me thinks I may start ringing her doorbell at 6:00am when I head to the gym and give her a taste of what she’s been giving me. Ya know… waking me from my slumber during deep REM. Who lives like that? The only thing I can think is that they are on speed and that I need to do an intervention. I’ll be checking with the Betty Ford Center for advice.
Other events include a urine soaked rug and a stained hardwood floor thanks to my roommate’s dog. Of course the 6′ round rug is the ONLY carpet in the entire flat and it is the ONLY target for KoKo’s urine, vomit, etc… She comes to visit the front of the house only to defile it. I think I need to have a sit down with her and find out why she hates me so.
off to terror-py