Fire alarms at 6 a.m.

Normally, I don't mind funny little quirks that enter your day. But at 6 a.m. when a loud horn starts blaring outside your apartment door...That's a completely different monster.

My problems didn't just start at 6 a.m. At 1:45 I got up to go potty, and the water was turned off. My brother and dad, both perplexed by the fact that we had no water, were also trying to use the facilities. When I was going to go check the laundry room, a sleepy boyfriend chimes in, "There's a sign above the mailboxes that says the city is doing some work," and falls back to sleep.

Thank you for telling us, honey.

So, I go upstairs in my pajamas and slippers to read the note. Yes, in fact the city turned off the water at 10:30 last night and it won't return until "sometime in the morning."

Well, sometime in the morning turned out to be about 6 a.m. When the city turned on the electricity to the water portion of the building, a power surge ensued causing the box that contains the fire alarm to overheat and go off. Thus, leaving us with aforementioned blaring horn noise.

To make matters worse, we couldn't get a hold of the landlord, so we had to call the fire department to get them to come and turn it off.

Meanwhile, during this whole fiasco, I haven't been able to sleep a wink. Very close right before the alarm, but no. Mostly, I was freaking out about my upcoming summer and trying to finish my Master's Project (more on that later).

Finally, I got some sleep once that voodoo-cursed alarm was shut off (THANK YOU FIRE DEPARTMENT!) only to be woken up my editor's phone call at 10 a.m.

And so my day begins......