Too much fun for words

[muckefuck]

Last night's excitement: Someone banging intermittently, seemingly on the walls. The structure conducts vibrations so well and my hearing is not what it once was, especially in the lower ranges; a half-hour or so of wandering around and I still couldn't figure out exactly where it was coming from. New neighbours on seven hammering into the walls? My freaky downstairs neighbour doing God-knows-what? I really didn't want to start banging on doors randomly, but I knew I couldn't sleep with it going on. Finally, I ran into the security guard, who'd been summoned by someone on seven who pointed a finger at a guy on eight who's apparently a drum instructor. The guard said he'd been called up around 10 p.m. because he was giving a lesson. (I admit to not noticing that at all.) We knocked, but the guy was, in the guard's terminology, "playing possum". I headed back to bed at that point, but couldn't sleep so studied Chinese for almost an hour.

This morning's excitement: A three-inch cockroach a few feet from my desktop. He must be elderly, since he sure didn't move fast. The fat black ants coming in and out over there I've been able to ignore, but I thought this bore reporting. My boos asked me to capture it for exhibition to the engineer, so I upended a glass over it. This, of course, caused half the department to come by, gawk, and exchange stories of encountres with palmetto bugs, centipedes, and silverfish. Thankfully, the corner of the wall cuts it off from view, but I still know it's there. Hmm, the presence of a menagerie of bugs in that corner couldn't have anything to do with the fact that La Vache eats all her meals at her desk? Yeah, I didn't think so. Insects generate spontaneously from the mud. There's no connexion to food.

I'm looking forward to a calmer afternoon.

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[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

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Ya ne mogu obgonyat'!