Post St. Paddy's Day....
"Aye, ye wee drunken goat... if ye decide to buzz me at 2:30 in the mornin' lookin' for yer friend, be advised... IT WILL NOT WERK IN YER FAVOUR". And then after said buzz, I might come downstairs with a bat in my hand.
Do you know the worry that comes from being woken up at that time of night? After I spoke with said gentleman (not buzzing him in, of course) and after my heart stopped leaping out of my chest, I fell back asleep but then I was woken by my neighbour and her friends at 04:30. *shakes head* I give up.
I just... give up.
I need a new label.