the early bird is going to meet the business end of my fist

ok so first of all THAT is just laughable. i am perhaps the *least* intimidating human being alive. if i actually said that to the parties to whom it was directed, i would most likely be met with uproarious laughter until they could finally sputter out "be gone little girl" between body-consuming guffaws.

still.

5:45 am. i was thrilled by how quickly the builders really did get my house up & liveable (no matter how much like eternity it felt at the time) but now i know how this comes to be. like i said, 5:45 am. seems like there would be a more considerate time of day to start banging 2x4s, hammering, yelling & running your chain saw. ACROSS THE STREET FROM WHERE PEOPLE ARE NOT YET COHERENT. nor do they *wish* to be.

i can wish all i want to but the early birds are already making a big loud freaking racket directly across the street from my peaceful cozy bed. guess that's my cue to get my lazy butt up.

*yawn*

ps. the sun isn't even teasing the edge of the horizin with a wake-up call yet. it's o'dark thirty in the morming & these clowns need to aim their headlights onto the worksite to even see what they're doing you'd think this should be a clue of some sort...though apparently not.

pps. (or is pss? i don't know. my sleep got short-changed & i'm still fighting the effects of my date with Mr Sandman) no i do not really care that my alarm is set for 5:55 am. that is of zero importance to this whining. thank you very much.