Damn it. After a day of feeling cruddy followed by a long night of not quite managing to fall asleep despite a tryptophan-rich meal, I finally achieved sleep at 7:00.
And as of 7:50, there's a jackhammer chittering its way through the sidewalk outside my window. Ten minutes to fucking eight ay em.
Okay, I know that before the weekend this time would've been called ten to nine thanks to Daylight Redistribution Time, but it is still ten to eight this week, and still fifty precious minutes since I finally managed to fall asleep this morning, and still right outside my fucking bedroom window with a thrice-damned pneumatic jackhammer.
I'm feeling sore from the all over muscle clench that noise produced as it woke me.
Damn it.
(And as long as I'm bitching about stuff on my street: sometime between when I came in Hallowe'en night and the next time I looked out the window Saturday afternoon, some asshole snapped off all the trees that my next-door neighbour had planted in the until-then-empty tree-planter-boxes on the sidewalk over the summer. Broken off right about where the branching started. *grrr*)