And now the condo board is tuckpointing the roof, or some damn thing, which involved, at 7:30 this morning, workmen setting up a scaffold outside my bedroom window, at 7:30 in the morning, and knocking bits of same against my bedroom window, at 7:30 in the morning, whilst the workmen were yelling at one another in Polish, at 7:30 in the bloody morning.
If anyone needs me, I shall be over here stroking my Persecution Complex in much the same creepy manner that a Bond villain pets their cat.
If anyone needs me, I shall be over here stroking my Persecution Complex in much the same creepy manner that a Bond villain pets their cat.