This is my just-waiting-for-a-huge-crobar-to-come-smashing-through-the-wall-in-front-of-me-any-second face.
The meth lab across the hall from us is getting renovated. I love trying to write to the tune of mass demolition all day. Yesterday, I had to take down some things from the walls because everything was shaking like an earthquake. I also went out and tried to gently remind the workers that the only thing that's seperating their flying hammers and me is a very thin wall. "No comprendo."
Ah, crap.