who in their freaking fucking right mind starts renovating at 6.48 a.m. on a saturday?!?
not talking occasional hammering of ikea furniture here now, but grinding of the parquet flooring.. among other things. at one point it sounded like the snow plough was cleaning the roof.
as i’ve told you i suffer from insomnia periods now and then. i can handle not falling asleep or sleeping only a few hours per night. i can however not handle rude awakenings. pissed off does not begin to describe me at 7.12 a.m when realising i wasn’t going back to dream land anytime soon.
good thing i’m off to the hairdresser’s now, i can sleep when sitting there with curlers in the drier. and a damned good thing it’s not my wedding day.