Woopdy Doo. Head Lamps.

The construction workers across the street have high-tech helmets complete with HEAD LAMPS on them. Yeah. Lights, fastened to the front of their la-dee-fricken-dah helmets. Most likely so they can see the crazy girl across the street when she attacks, that girl being yours truly. Due to the fact that it is nearing one in the morning and this is most definitely NOT the first night these shenanigans have occurred, I felt the need to open up my window and let a few things be heard. I was mostly nice, but it was also very clear that they could hear me since when I let out a frustrated scream slash yell of sorts, hard hat McGee and his idiot friend both turned straight toward me and stopped banging on the metal parking garage infrastructure. Jesus H.

That is all. I shall now attempt to sleep...because I think they might have just left...then again, they'll be back right around five in the morning so I best be gettin' my full four hours of sleep in.

Awesome. Blossom.