at 7.30am this morning we were woken by some bastard hammering. after 10 minutes of failing to get back to sleep we were dragged out of bed by an insistant knocking on our apartment door. i threw on a robe and the cg followed me to the door holding a pair of jeans. i opened the door and the concierge was there. he wanted to know if we were doing any reno work. i told him rather bluntly that i was actually in bed...although how he could have misinterpreted the fact that my hair was giving einstein's a run for its money and i was clasping a silk robe around myself to protect my modesty is beyond me. he still didn't seem to belive me and tried to look in the door which i was only holding half open due to the fact that the cg was stood behind it in his birthday suit (i must remind the cg that holding jeans doesn't mean you aren't naked!) eventually the cg convinced him from his hiding spot that the sound must be coming from upstairs and he went away. the problem is, when someone is banging and clanging in an apartment it just echoes round the whole building. it took another half an hour for the noise to stop by which time it wasn't even worth going back to bed. bastards!
9:50 p.m. - April 24, 2005
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