cranky

I've been proofreading for hours and am only halfway done--I stopped to look up a lot of things. Still not sure if "oh" and "yeah" are supposed to have a comma between them.

Oh, yeah.

or

Oh yeah.

I guess I'm leaning toward the latter. I'm just about sick of the table saw and wish the workers would finish fixing the empty apartment. It's been more than a week. The pile of refuse (including a discarded refrigerator) in the middle of the courtyard is just not appropriate--surrounding it with caution tape doesn't make it okay. So many times--mostly during loud arguments or while loud music is playing for all to hear--I've wished we lived somewhere decent, but it saves so much money not to move. And I'm attached to the views from the windows. This is the longest we've ever lived somewhere, the longest I've ever lived anywhere since becoming an adult.

To continue this whine, I'll add that I can't take a shower because the water is turned off and on at random intervals. I guess I should just pretend I'm camping.