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The sun is shining, I don't have class today (though I do have a special city council meeting to go to this afternoon) and M. will be here this evening.
So why am I in such a thoroughly bitchtastic mood? Damn. I just feel like picking fights and railing against injustice or something.
Maybe it's just because I'm tired of being woken up every morning at 7:30 (yes, even on a Saturday, apparently) by the sounds of construction trucks backing up. Whoever invented that goddamned back-up beep needs to be drawn and quartered. Flashing lights make more sense anyway.
So why am I in such a thoroughly bitchtastic mood? Damn. I just feel like picking fights and railing against injustice or something.
Maybe it's just because I'm tired of being woken up every morning at 7:30 (yes, even on a Saturday, apparently) by the sounds of construction trucks backing up. Whoever invented that goddamned back-up beep needs to be drawn and quartered. Flashing lights make more sense anyway.
