∞Flux

Well that's what it's going to be because I have no direction, solid characters, or friends to encourage me. Actually, I am not sure why I am doing this at all.

I am quite certain this will turn out to be the failest novel of the year.

Or a masterpiece. Whichever. LET THEM WRITE IT FOR ME. COME ON CHARACTERS. PRODUUUCE.

Slept, roundabouts, from 8am-11am. Was woken by maintenance knocking on my bedroom door. Talk about wake-ups you don't expect.

Them: *KNOCK KNOCK SUPER FUCKING LOUD* "HELLO? MAINTENANCE. HELLO? MAINTENANCE! HELLO?!"
Me: *jolts awake, clutches blanket, assembles brain* "Uh, w-wait, hold on!"
Them: *pound pound* "Hello?!"
Me: Oh my God. "Yes! I hear you. I'm in here. Just a minute!"
*scrambles to get dressed*

By the time I swing open my door, no one is in MY apartment, and they are in the hall banging on someone else's door.
What the fuck? Were they never inside? Just that loud from the hall?
Are they coming back then? Because they didn't, so they must have been inside.
The whole point was a mandatory scheduled maintenance check that was supposed to happen -
May 29th or 30th from 9am-4pm.
Please explain to me why I am being disturbed at 11am on May 31st.

I opened my door and gave maintenance asshat a sour look and bolted the door and decided that there was no way under any circumstances they were coming in later, if they for whatever reason did not fulfil the reason behind their disturbance of my slumber.

And today, I can report that I am not sleeping because dreams are bad.

I am often concerned that slipping into sleep will result in waking in a world that makes even less sense in which I have even less control over anything.

I would rather risk the encounter with Freddy Krueger.