Seriously, enough now.

My life could not be more complicated.

Um. It could - but I’m already feeling overwhelmed, so, like, it can just stay the way it is and not get worse, okay?

Tuesday night, I got very little sleep. My neighbor with whom I share a single wall has an alarm clock that went off at about 3 AM or so, and stayed on for hours. WHEEP WHEEP WHEEP WHEEP WHEEP for five hours straight. (It was my day to go in an hour later than everyone else.) I noticed about ten minutes after I finally struggled out of bed that the alarm was now silent and they were watching the news on TV.

HOW DO YOU SLEEP THROUGH FIVE HOURS OF AN ALARM CLOCK GOING OFF! I couldn’t even tune it out when it was muffled by a wall!

AND THEN. On top of all the stuff I won’t mention here because it could lead to various personages tracking me down and wreaking havoc on my life, I got a call at work the other day that nearly traumatized me.

“Hi, this is (name) at (property management place handling my rent check each month). I’m just calling to see if you’ve moved out yet? We have the 19th as your move-out date.”

The back of my mind: GUH. AAAAAAHHHHHHH! NYARRRRRRGH!

My mouth: WHAT? AM I BEING EVICTED?

Voice over the phone, muffled: “She sounds shocked.”

Various crashing rustling crinkling noises.

New voice on phone: “HI THERE, this is (name of a lady I actually remember), um, I’m so sorry, we’ve managed to cross up your apartment with (other address that’s COMPLETELY DIFFERENT except for the unit number) AGAIN, heh, I’m sooooo sorry.”

Me: So I don’t need a Uhaul and a bunch of therapy to get over the trauma?

Lady: “Oh, no, *chuckle*, no no no, I’m so sorry.”

And then my phone went berserk for the rest of the day and would not let me get voicemail. You do not know how crazy it made me thinking people in crisis might have left me voicemail I could not get. And then, I would leave my office and come back wondering if the impassioned voicemail I left for the help desk had resulted in a return call that got sent to voicemail. Maybe there was a voicemail about how to get into my voicemail? So I send an email about my voicemail. It righted itself eventually and the only voicemail I got… was nothing more than someone confused about an appointment time, which I’d already settled with them. Whew.

That was just yesterday.

This morning, I stumbled into the kitchen to find the first roach I have seen since the Bug Guy sprayed around.

HIDING UNDER THE ROACH MOTEL.

Reader, I squished him.

DEAR UNIVERSE, PLEASE STOP TRAUMATIZING ME, KTHXBYE.

CYNICAL CAT WOULD LIKE TO BE LEFT ALONE NAOW.