November 12th, 2005


My fun Friday

whitaker's been in town but I haven't got to do the hard-core hackin' I'd planned with him. Instead, today's been interrupt-driven context switching all day, and I blew my stack about 11am. I have no clue what I was doing all day nor what I was trying to get done at the start of the day.

So Dina and I got home, and then I wake up and it's 2:30 am. We'd both fallen asleep at 9:30 pm. I then read from 2:30 - 3:30am, went back to bed, and at 4:30 am realized I never ate dinner and was starving, so I just made a sandwich.

Now I'm on the internets telling you all this.

Non-stop construction noises, 3 ft from head.

The once-empty lot next to us, 3 ft behind my head through a wall, is being developed. There will soon be a house touching ours.

The builder's permit lets them work Monday-Friday, from 7 fucking am until whenever (I get home after dark and they're gone).

But the point is that for the past week or so I've been woken up at 7:05 am or 7:10 am to the noises of:

-- backhoes excavating rock
-- our house shaking because they're shaking the bedrock
-- generators
-- giant drills making holes in the foundation for water run-off
-- high pitch beeping of trucks backing up
-- men shouting instructions

And this morning, still going now, on a Saturday,

-- a fucking jack hammer breaking up rock that they presumably couldn't get with their Tonka backhoe

I haven't gotten enough sleep in weeks. Me falling asleep at 9:30 on accident is my body telling me this. I've been trying to become a morning person but the transition takes more than a day's decision to do so.

Dina's calling her super-power-famous realtor boss to see what can be done, like calling the city/police and get them for violating their permit, which doesn't allow jack hammers on Saturday morning it seems (we hope).

I'm so tired. I'd be angry if I had the energy, but angry without energy is more like depressed. Not even "annoyed".