it's 7:59 a.m. on a saturday morning. i am in the middle of the deepest part of REM slumber (remember 8 a.m. for me = 2 a.m. for the rest of you 9-to-5-ers). at precisely 8 a.m., there is one hell of a ruckus coming from six feet above my head. hammers. heavy boots. stacks of shingles. i wake with a start-- convinced that any second the ceiling's gonna crumble down on top of me and some heavy guy in a toolbelt is going to land on me and crack my spine in fourteen places.
i had been aware we were getting our roof done this morning. i had even tried to go to bed early, but only managed to fall asleep a little after 4 a.m. so i'm not as irritated as i could have been, but still really tired. so i sneak down to the spare room a few floors down and snuggle into the musty covers that are clean but don't get used often, hoping to fall back asleep. from there it just sounds like 400 gym shoes clunking around in a gigantic clothes dryer.
i'm asleep in minutes.
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They had to work on a Saturday? That sucks for everyone all around. At least you had options though. I suppose walking out side and asking them to “keep it down” wasn’t really one of them…
Ah, yes, you're the not-really-narcolept. Hope they finish on your roof soon.
Yeah, why do they do this kind of thing on weekends?
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