So the icky people living next door to me are doing I don't know what to their house. It all began with the front door and an old television being moved outside with a sign that said "free." They're still there, and it's right up there with the famous garbage shrines of Cloverdale. Next, one of said icky people began walking 'round on the roof all the time. In all fairness, he may be the only one living there, he's the only one I ever see. The last couple of days, there has been a huge plumbing truck sitting outside for hours at a time. This morning at 7:18 there was lots of talking and yelling and several big booms, after which I seriously considered walking over and asking them sweetly to shut the fuck up. I realized, of course, that they wouldn't have obliged, and so I then seriously considered letting all the air out of their tires late at night when I come home from work. I've never done it before but I've certainly seen it done, and I could do it. The trick with letting air from tires is that you have to do all four, or a minimum of three if you're really in a pinch. It has to be clear that it was intentional or it defeats the purpose. Anyway, the booms and yelling (some of it) stopped, and I managed to go back to sleep. I just woke up to find a big stupid tractor thing, I believe it is referred to as a "backhoe." *shivers with disgust* Why are so many tractors orange? Couldn't they think of a better color? I hate orange. Is it really necessary? I'll grant you that the majority of the people operating such atrocities aren't exactly the most...well, they just aren't the most. But aesthetics can make everyday life more palatable. It's bad enough that in a society where we have microchips that can fit through the eye of a needle we haven't found a better way to move dirt than big, noisy, stupid tractors. *sigh* So uncivilized.

But maybe I'm just bitter. I've decided that the booms and yelling early this morning were most likely the obnoxious orange tractor thing being unloaded from its truck or trailer or whatever. Ugh. Well, I hope that the whole "digging up the front yard" endeavor is worth it. No I don't, who am I fooling? I hope that the "digging up the front yard" thing is actually part of a police investigation looking for the corpses of missing people. It'd be very exciting, you know.

I need coffee, don't I?