Complaining Hour

Okay, so I wrote a decent post...then blogger lost it. I guess that's one more thing to complain about.

Here I go (again):

I really, really, REALLY don't want to work on my evil paper. It's not going well and I know the prof is going to tear it apart.
Plus now that I've been in some creative classes again, I've truly recalled the superiority of fiction writing to that of analytical.

At 9 AM this morning several cars started rhythmically honking their horns. One of the drivers started screaming "wake up!" over and over again. This lasted for about 5 minutes.

I was not amused.

I actually considered running outside in my pajamas and going psychopathic on them. You know, put the fear of a sleep-deprived, angry, white girl into them. (We all know how dangerous my kind can be)

But I assumed they'd be gone the second I was out the door. And as much as I love running down 5 flights of stairs for nothing....

It was only a few seconds after they'd driven away (still honking mind you) that I realized I should have gotten their license plate numbers, as noise violations are a hefty fine here in ol' party central town.

Movie night, tonight! Yeah!

Evil paper that, if I had my way, would never be written. Icky! I say. Very icky.

Now, I "control c" all the text, so that I don't have to type all this for a third time.