There was a workman that came and banged on the door. I was in the bathroom. I screamed at him I couldn't let him in and he yelled something I didn't catch but did come back when I was out of the bathroom. So he finally comes in and when he sees the state of my place he says Nevermind, he's not going to fix the fuse box hole after all.

And there's loud music coming up from downstairs. I wish to God I could go back on Klonopin. I'm so angry right now I can barely see straight.