Uragh, freakin' water pipe repairs outside my hourse. Today they brought in what I think is a giant vaccuum truck. It is the loudest truck on the face of the planet. Chainsaws wish they were that loud. When they turned it off and started cutting pipes with a saw, I breathed a sigh of relief that they'd started a relatively quiet activity. It rattled my entire house, up to and including my teeth.

This is the earliest I've been up in a long time, mainly because my clock duped me into think it was 2 when it's really 12. Damn clock.