What the hell?
Nov. 20th, 2009 10:18 amI went to be at 4am. Writing my my fic, you say? No. Playing The Sims. I was preparting myself to, ahem, get the new expansion pack.
Anyway, that was all fair and good and I was planning to wake up no earlier than 11am, because it's a holiday (yay!). I was not amused when I woke up at freaking 9am (really? That's awful early for someone that slept only 5 hours).
There must be dozens of people right in front of my house, doing something which I have no idea what it is. The streets are closed (I live at the corner of an intersection), there are guys with construction hats and a freaking filming crew! What the hell? They are now testing the microphone and putting a camera up a crane! I can watch the whole thing from the best seat, right on top, since I live in the second floor.
I don't need to say I can't sleep over all the damn noise.
*sigh*
Anyway, that was all fair and good and I was planning to wake up no earlier than 11am, because it's a holiday (yay!). I was not amused when I woke up at freaking 9am (really? That's awful early for someone that slept only 5 hours).
There must be dozens of people right in front of my house, doing something which I have no idea what it is. The streets are closed (I live at the corner of an intersection), there are guys with construction hats and a freaking filming crew! What the hell? They are now testing the microphone and putting a camera up a crane! I can watch the whole thing from the best seat, right on top, since I live in the second floor.
I don't need to say I can't sleep over all the damn noise.
*sigh*