Wrong side of the bed

Thursday, Jun. 24, 2004 @ 11:14 a.m.

Damn, I'm sleepy and grumpy. Things didn't turn out too good since last night, and it's been one thing after another.

French Fitch had a real hectic day at work yesterday, so when he came home, we decided to go treat ourselves to dinner at a good restaurant. Only it wasn't a treat - French Fitch got sick from the food. So we ended up spending most of the night on the couch, with him feeling miserable. We went to bed around midnight.

And THEN the damn fire alarms of the entire building went off at 5:30 in the gawddamn morning. As if it wasn't annoying enough to be awakened so rudely... that noise was just obnoxious. And what's more, it wasn't enough that they made the alarms loud enough to almost wake the dead. Oh no. They had to make it so sharp and piercing that it made my ears hurt everytime it beeped. It went on for about 20 to 30 excruciating minutes, and then finally the firemen came and discovered that there was nothing wrong, and turned the alarm off.

So back to bed we went... we could still grab a couple hours of valuable sleep, right? WRONG. 15 minutes later, the damn alarm went off AGAIN. If I ever find out the idiots responsible who couldn't handle cooking over a stove, I would strap them to a chair, put their ears directly next to the fire alarm, turn it on, and let them suffer in sheer sonic agony for an hour. Or more.

ARGHHHH. I get so grouchy when I'm awakened rudely by other peoples' stupidity.

Short entry today. Bad mood. Coffee not helping. Very sleepy. Bye.

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