2004-02-23 - 12:15 p.m.
while sunday evening was better than sunday afternoon, sunday night was the worst. 'round midnight the banging on the building's front door and random buzzer action started. the noise didn't bother me too much since i had disconnected my buzzer/slash/alarm/slash/frightening-machine a few weeks back when it developed a little unprovoked rhythym. but the presence of someone attempting entry was a wee bit disconcerting. there were lots of truck sounds too, then lots of people sounds, then my cell phone rings a couple of times. turns out it's our old friends philadelphia gas works. seems there's a gas leak somewhere. they need to get to the basement which is of course a job for the cute neighbor, who is not home. i go back to bed in my jeans, awaiting there call for when the locksmith arrives, wondering if i should be evacuated, if i should call around for a couch. these thoughts increase when the sound of pick-axes is replaced by power tools. loud loud loud and now nearly 2am. in and out of rest, not quite sleep, until 3am, when the lovely dinner from my parents house turns horrid. up again at 3:30. they are still outside at 7:30 when my alarm tells me it's time to get moving. no way, man. i'm taking a sick day today, and i think it's totally appropriate.
