Mrf, with a capital "mrf"

[slipjig3]

Hey, you know what I love? A revving bucket truck directly outside my bedroom at 3 a.m. so two guys can fix the overhead power lines! Wait, no, sorry, not "love". The other love. Hate. Haaaaate. It's 20 to nine in the evening now, and I'm already forced to type this with my face because it's the only way I can make anything happen with my somnolent flesh suit.

Good productive day, though: I finished prepping for my next video on my YouTube-channel-that-I-haven't-discussed-here-yet-because-I'm-waiting-for-the-big-long-post-that-I'm-not-doing-now-because-see-above-about-3-am-bucket-trucks. The prep/writing part is a long slog, so I am damned glad to be done with it and not displeased with what I've got. If all goes well, filming will be tomorrow, voice-over taping will be Friday, and then editing will be over the next 47 years. Watch this space.

I would also like to say that when we watched season 1 of Only Murders in the Building recently, I picked the murderer by episode 3 and now feel very clever. Thank you for your attention to this matter.

Comments

[sandrylene]

I'm sorry, that stuff is always frustrating. I've definitely had a "who is letting these people do whatever loud thing they're doing at this hour?! ...oh, they're cleaning up our giant snowstorm. Uh. I guess they have to do that. And it has to happen before rush hour. Oh." reaction more than once where it's just so hard on sleeping, and yet also... I mean... I assume in these scenarios they need to do it when no one is around and that's why? Ugh. I just wish I slept as hard as other human beings appear to.

Anyhow, I sympathize. I hope you catch up tonight. :)

[slipjig3]

Caught up nicely, thank you! (Also fun in the snowplow season: cops banging on the door because there's a car illegally parked on the street in front of your house during a snow parking ban, which gets you the sleep dep/panic attack two-fer that you normally need to spend good money for.)