Sucky day

• Today is fire inspection day at Ye Olde Apartment Building. Those alarms, they sure do work. Loudly, piercingly, repeatedly, for hours. Even though D. knew what was happening and had heard them a few minutes earlier, she burst into tears when it blasted again unexpectedly.
• When we got up this morning, the water was running sort of sluggishly out of the taps. I thought, “Hmm, maybe they’re testing the water mains too, or something?” But no, the water ran less and less and colder and colder. Of course, the water mains had burst this morning. Oh joy. I had just finished cooking a massive and dirty-dish intensive lunch (sort of a pre-birthday lunch for the Redhead) when I finally checked with the super and learned the ugly truth. MANY dirty dishes. I feel scuzzy and coated in cooking residue and I want a long shower so, so badly.
• In order to be marginally clean for school, instead of a quiet afternoon of studying, I shall have to hike through the snow to my mother’s house and shower there, only to advance again in the opposite direction to take the subway to class this evening.
• D. is having one of those days where she defiantly and wilfully and purposely misbehaves and then crumbles into hot, sad tears at some random moment during the process of being reprimanded.
• That evil, orange “service engine soon” light. What? What is it, brand new engine that we got this summer? What is your freaking problem?
• I slept badly and I am now a very cranky, tired person with a crick in my neck.
• Other stuff, too, that is making me pissy.

I cannot wait until bedtime, so this day will be OVER.