¡Se aterroriza mi gata!

Ah, the romance of a light autumn rain in the morning.... Well, no. After awaking yesterday to actual rainfall in my bedroom, this morning's rain provoked only feelings of dread and impending sogginess. Fortunately, the roof held, so I went back to sleep ... until the electricians arrived.

The electricians have currently torn something like eight giant holes in the plaster of my walls and ceilings, they've pulled giant cables out from behind light fixtures, they've moved my refrigerator into the middle of the living room, and they've scared the hell out of my cat. There are broken chunks of plaster everywhere. It looks like the freaking Berlin Wall just fell in here.

The landlord just called to tell me that the men who came to work on the roof can't do anything because the roof is still too wet. A guy just came into my bedroom and poked a hole in the ceiling with a screwdriver. It looked like a knife sliding effortlessly into, say, cheesecake. "There's a lot of water sitting up there," he said.

And now Juan the electrician wants to know why I'm not married.

I wish these guys would leave so I could take a shower. I'm a dirty, dirty girl. In that pissed-off, messy-haired kind of way.