I was actually sleeping pretty soundly this morning – for me, that is, which means “not very”, but still – when I was suddenly and abruptly brought back to consciousness. But not by the overly chipper voices of Katie, Matt & Al, or by my clock radio, which is, ironically, set on “stun”.
No, this morning I was greeted by what seemed to be the endtime. There was shaking, banging, scraping, and soforth, and I just lay there, not really knowing what to think (aside from, maybe, “here comes karma, and it’s pissed”). That is, until I heard a voice from over my head scream, “Where’s the fucking coffee already?!?!?!” And I realized that the world was not, in fact, ending – at least not today; rather, it was a bunch of loud workmen replacing the shingles on my apartment building roof, and they picked this morning at 7am to start on the area directly over my head.
I really hope they finish today, because you can only wake up to the end of the world so many days in a row before you lose your mind.
AHA! I told you! They did that to me on Friday and it scared the shit out of me. And I believe you said, “well what did you think it was gonna sound like?” 😛
I knew it was gonna be loud and obnoxious but I didn’t expect it to make me jump out of my bed at 7am scared that someone was trying to break in! Then when I heard the noise coming from over my shower… well you know how over active of an imagination I have. That was a quick shower to say the least…