"can't sleep, clowns will eat me..."

[robling_t]

LJ MeetUp last night, which I ended up having to appear at with my hair looking like Saddam Hussein's beard because after a long afternoon of hearing loud banging and grinding in the netherparts of the building there wasn't any hot water when I went to take a shower... and I have a knitting MeetUp tonight to which I will be dragging myself with even-more-disgusting hair-that-smells-of-cigarettes, because whatever They were banging around with yesterday downstairs that involved shutting off the hot water for is still going on, very noisily, and even though today the hot water has been flowing when I check it, I'm too afraid to start a shower while the banging is still in progress for fear of being at some critical phase of lathered-up just when the water goes off or goes icy... Aigh. It's times like these that I seriously think about shaving my head. Or moving, whichever.