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Gah, I feel hungover, which is a complete load of crap because I haven't been drinking. I started one of those seven day, "cleansing" diet things yesterday and one of the things I'm not allowed to have (along with anything I actually want to eat) is carbonated beverages. Yes, that's right, no pop.
I haven't started the day without a diet cherry coke in two years and my body is really annoyed with me right now. I've taken some ibuprofen for it and I'm hoping that if I just crawl back into bed the headache, at least, will go away instead of turning into a full blown migraine. Keep your fingers crossed.
That is, I'd crawl back into bed if the jerk wad pounding on the side of my house would finish putting the siding that was ripped off in the last storm back on and then fart off to wherever he came from. He's been out there for an hour easy. Idiot has no rhythm, either. No wonder it's taking so long just to replace a panel of siding, he's probably missing the nails half the time. I can't even let the dog out to shut his barking up because he'll go straight for the handyidiot and I'll never get any sleep if I have to fill out paperwork when someone gets bit.
You know, I'm pretty sure the dog and the idiot are toying with each other. Brandon lets off a volley of barking, idiot replies with more pounding. I swear I am this close to finding some shoes and giving EVERYONE a piece of my mind. My really, really unhappy and more than a bit cranky mind.
Oh thank goodness, I just saw the idiot shuffle past my office window, maybe he's finally done and I can get back to sleep.
Why?
I haven't started the day without a diet cherry coke in two years and my body is really annoyed with me right now. I've taken some ibuprofen for it and I'm hoping that if I just crawl back into bed the headache, at least, will go away instead of turning into a full blown migraine. Keep your fingers crossed.
That is, I'd crawl back into bed if the jerk wad pounding on the side of my house would finish putting the siding that was ripped off in the last storm back on and then fart off to wherever he came from. He's been out there for an hour easy. Idiot has no rhythm, either. No wonder it's taking so long just to replace a panel of siding, he's probably missing the nails half the time. I can't even let the dog out to shut his barking up because he'll go straight for the handyidiot and I'll never get any sleep if I have to fill out paperwork when someone gets bit.
You know, I'm pretty sure the dog and the idiot are toying with each other. Brandon lets off a volley of barking, idiot replies with more pounding. I swear I am this close to finding some shoes and giving EVERYONE a piece of my mind. My really, really unhappy and more than a bit cranky mind.
Oh thank goodness, I just saw the idiot shuffle past my office window, maybe he's finally done and I can get back to sleep.
Why?
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I know I'm paranoid and neurotic and I'm probably totally overreacting, but please post something so I know you're all right.
And for god's sake, don't let that guy into your house. Seriously. Don't pay him, don't talk to him, don't even let him see you. Lock your doors, if they're not already.
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