moriath

I woke up around 9:20 to hear an obnoxious buzzing outside my window. My bedroom has the thinnest windows EVER, so even though I'm on the second floor I can even hear conversations perfectly. This time it sounded like a chainsaw. Or a weedwhacker.

Instead it was a tiny snowblower that is hardly making a dent in the blanket outside.

Which they apparently figured out because twenty minutes later, when I'm wide, if grudgingly, awake, they've quit.

Fuck you, maintenance people.