I Hate Construction

Ever since I moved here, it seems like my building is constantly undergoing SOME sort of construction. The annoying part is that it usually starts at 9 or 9:30 am. Being that I work until 11pm every night, 9am is right in the middle of my SLEEP.



But this morning I receieved the wonderful treat of being woken up at 8:15. EIGHT FIFTEEN (using all caps helps drill the point home). And whatever it was they were doing, they were doing it DIRECTLY upstairs... so close that I could hear the beeps of walkie-talkies. They were hammering and drilling and sawing.

Normally when I'm woken up early, I get really angry, get out of bed, and go workout. But, this morning when it happened, I had only been asleep for 5 hours (I'm a freak of nature who can't function on less than 8 hours). So I was FAR too exhausted to get out of bed. So I waited a few minutes until the drilling stopped...

... And it was silent.

... And I slowly drifted back to sleep.

But 2 minutes later, I was jolted awake by the loud noises again.

Again, I waited for it to stop, then I went back to sleep. And again I was woken up.

This pattern continued for FOUR HOURS.

It was a horrible feverish-like sleep where I was woken up every 2 minutes-- my heart pounding from the shock. During those brief moments of sleep, I had trippy dreams that bordered on reality and often included the pounding and drilling.

My alarm went off at 12:30 and I had THREE pillows on top of my head.

This... this, THIS is why I didn't workout today. Because I am 1000% disfunctional and lacking quality sleep.

I love my apartment building every moment of the day... except when they are doing construction. Then I just want to KILL.

If you see me on the news in an orange jumpsuit, you'll know why.