It sounds like they are attacking my bathroom ceiling. Oh, wait, they are. No, now it sound like the whole thing just fell into my bathtub. SWEET.
Love waking up to your roommate telling you there's someone here to fix your bathroom and giving you a look when you say you need 5 minutes to throw like some clothes on. C'mon like we don't all sleep in a t-shirt and underwear?? Nope? Just me?
Well, bully for all you people who wear pj's and are prepared when repair men show up at your door (might I add for something you don't want fixed).
Psh, I'm not angry or annoyed. I AM tired and kinda twitchy, caffeine deprived and literally broke. So broke I'm trying to figure out if I second hand some of my clothing, will it be enough to pay for gas to the dmv and the fee to get a new license. B/c pathetically enough that's the only reason I'm broke. B/c I don't have a picture id. I have checks on me, but no way to cash them. My bank is an east coast bank, did I mention I think my eye is twitching? Maybe I'll go take a nap in my car till they're done....