Women artists are destroying my life

Well, last night was a joy. After drowning in remorse/pity/blame/selfloathing/grief, I decided to have a glass of wine and watch Will & Grace.

Can you believe that helped.

Then, I had to get up early (9:30, I know that is lame for me to think that is early), because I have a class today at noon. Well, the insane foreign woman who lives next door decided that at 8 it was okay to start her miter saw outside on her driveway and cut about 600 panels of wood. WHY??

This is the same woman who feels that the leaves need to be blown off with a high powered blower at 6AM. She is some sort of hippie artist, but speaks some language I am not familiar with. Her daughter lives with her, as well as her granddaughter. The daughter is a complete type A, with some severe anger issues, and is always out yelling at the neighbors to keep it down. Hello?! Have you met your mother?

Off to class... Nothing special, just the opportunity to change my life around to something resembling what I have dreamt of. Tralala.