Good Morning?

 Thursdays are the one weekday that I get to sleep in. So far however, it has proven impossible. Of course I naturally wake at 7am by the feeling of my bladder which is about to explode. So by the time I walk through the hallway of my building (as to not wake up my roommate who sleeps in the room right next to mine in a railroad apartment) unlock the kitchen door and make my way to the bathroom, I'm already significantly alert and awake. I shlep back through the hallway (which is a little weird yes, it is the actual hallway of the building and remember I'm still in pajamas and bedheaded), reenter my bedroom and try my best to go back to sleep. Today I did fall back asleep in phases between the cat acting like a maniac and bad dreams about Ian. Fun fun fun! Then promptly at 9 I am jolted out of my half sleep nightmares by a jackhammer right outside the window. Oh the joys of living on the ground floor. By the time I get annoyed enough to put my cute pink earplugs in, the jackhammers decide to go silent, get in their trucks, and go home to wherever jackhammers go. The cat is now sleeping sweetly on the corner of the bed, and the street outside is suddenly the quietest street in all of Bushwick. Amazing. And here I am, wide awake now writing this cranky blog which hopefully someone will enjoy.