Storm's gone, sun's out, and the rude man in the apartment below is ruining the fresh smell with his DAMN CIGARETTES, which stink up my apartment every time! I'm betting his wife (or mother, I've yet to figure that out) won't let him smoke inside, so instead, he pollutes MY freaking air.
Oh, how quickly the worm turns; from sheer storm joy to murdering hostility. Wow.
PS: I'm going back to bed. *grumble, grumble, grumble*