The upstairs apartment is being renovated, and there have been loads of workmen tromping through the building. Today, it was re-seal the floor day, apparently.
Fun fact; strong
odors give me migraines. And my head is doing its best M80 impression.
God dammit. This is torture. *Indignant fist* Cosmos, we're gonna
have words as soon as the Vicodin kicks in.
*Disclaimer - This post is part of a series. It is meant to build up to my party for my 35th birthday and is a work of fiction