yagathai | (no subject)

Got home a little late, as D&D with

kev & co ran a bit late. No problem. Got to bed around 1:30, fell asleep by 2:00.

3:30 AM, the goddamn fucking emergency alarm goes off again. It's like a jet engine right next to my head, and jerks me out of bed. "WEEEEOOOOOOHWEEEEEEEOOOOOOHWEEEEEEEOOOOOOH. Stay in your room, emergency being investigated WEEEEOOOOOOHWEEEEEEEOOOOOOHWEEEEEEEOOOOOOH", or words to that effect. So I throw together a quick bag of essentials, change my pants, throw on my boots and jacket and get ready to bug out.

Ten minutes of screaming siren later, it turns off. False alarm message plays. I take off my boots, I put my pyjama pants back on. Full of adrenaline, it's probably 4:15 before I can fall asleep again, until...

WEEEEOOOOOOHWEEEEEEEOOOOOOHWEEEEEEEOOOOOOH at 5:15. MOTHERFUCKER. So I get up, change pants, put on boots and coat and... another false alarm. I fall asleep again at around 6AM, and...

WEEEEOOOOOOHWEEEEEEEOOOOOOHWEEEEEEEOOOOOOH at just after 8. At this point I'm still wearing my pyjamas downstairs in the breakfast area grabbing a quick plate of powdered eggs and overcooked bacon. Another ten to fifteen minutes of blaring alarm, but -- but! -- when the alarm finally shuts off, it turns out that the alarm switches the elevators off and they have to wait for someone or another to turn them back on. So I'm stuck downstairs until way longer than I should have been, and not only am I cranky and completely sleep-deprived, but I'm also ridiculously late for work.

The rest of today had better be nothing but gumdrops and unicorns, boy howdy, or I am going to lose my shit entirely.