So I hate our apartment. Especially right now. Six weeks ago a pipe broke in our wall and our crappy landlord sent some people over to take a look. They ripped the wall open and the holes stayed there for over five weeks until yesterday when someone finally came to slap some new plaster over them. The holes were in our bedroom, right over the headboard of our bed.

Additionally, the two floors under us are being converted from offices to apartments. That's 16 new apartments that get new walls, new doors, new kitchens and new baths. If you can't imagine what that sounds like, I just recorded a sample. This starts at 7:30 every day and goes until 4-5 in the evening. It has been going on for over a month and is nowhere near complete. The consolation prize is, whenever they do get finished, sixteen new tenants will move in and start redecorating (also not an especially quiet activity).

The amount of dust this all creates prevents us from opening our windows during the day (good thing it is a moderate August this year), and the workmen have the damnable habit of smoking in the stairwell.