Stop, it's too late,
I'm feeling frustrated

I feel trapped in my own house. The city has been working on our street off and on for the last two weeks, putting in something, or taking something out, it's tough to tell since I have only actually seen yellow tubes strewn about people's yards, nothing actually being buried. So, after having a nice, wide, muddy strip of gravel making up our side of the street for about a week, they decided that today was the most ideal time to re-pave. I moved my car to the other side of the street to be nice, but I didn't realize that, in order to reach my car, I now have to walk to the end of the block, cross the street and walk back. This isn't a big deal, but I am notorious for forgetting one key item and having to run back in the house. That delightful tar smell has made its way into every room of the house. My jaw aches from popping it last night at practice. It just sounds like they killed a bear outside. The machines being used are rattling our walls, things are falling. I can't turn the music up loud enough to cover the commotion; the title of this blog was all I could understand from the new Pinback. If our back porch didn't look like a crime scene (we forgot to clean it when we moved in, something the last occupants and their predecessors apparently also forgot to do), I'd go sit out there and get fresh air. Put on headphones or something. So loud.
Meanwhile, our cat is curled up on the bed, asleep.

posted by beta at 10/22/2004 11:19:00 AM