Whiskey tango...?

Dear Landlords,

Hi! Yes, it's us on the fourth floor. Listen, I know you have a lot invested in this building that you purchased last year, and I know you have a lot of remodeling to do. And the stuff you've done so far looks great, really.

However.

If you're going to paint the staircases green, could you please not paint both staircases leading down from our floor on the same [very bad word]ing day? Seriously. I've talked to everyone in your office, and you at least seem to have IQs higher than that of a tub of spackle, so I'm at a loss for an explanation. And even though my manager laughed her bodily extremities off when I told her why I was going to be late today, I can't imagine that this is going to reflect well on my employment rating. (And I do apologize for the footprints I left in your lovely paint job on the way in, but come on.)

Perturbed,
Adam

*zonk*

Sodomize insomnia. Sodomize it with something uncomfortably large and/or pointy, I say.

It hasn't really been a problem for me in quite a while, but now I'm coming off a three-day stretch of NYARRRGH: two nights of waking up in the dead of deathness for no damn reason, followed by last night, where I didn't really fall asleep until after the alarm went off. Tonight I fix this, even if I have to NyQuil it into submission.

On the other hand, I won a Borders gift certificate at work for not getting caught at being a cranky jackass to our customers. Yay, incentive plans!

I'm going to finish my tuna-noodly stuff, then plunk around the computer a bit more, then go do my impression of a potted geranium for eight or more hours (I hope). G'night!