Solstice + nearby construction beginning at obscene hour + people blasting music out of their cars at even more obscene hours = my bedroom has become a de facto huge walk-in closet. I may start sleeping in the hallway. Urban apt life is sooo glamorous.

I shouldn't complain though: this nice lil injury is making me so so so grateful for the depth & width, available uniquely to citydwellers, of resources & conveniences. POSITIVITY