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I work all night.

12am-8am.

I get home around 9am-ish.

I drink coffee all night. All. Night.

I'd like to be able to come home and have a bathroom available to me before I sleep.

I don't.

There is a plumbing team in my can, tearing down a wall looking for a major leak between my apt and the one above us.

This is a dilemma.

Lots of coffee.



Edit: crisis over. Apparently I was so exhausted, that I was able to force myself to nap through all manner of demolition work and seriously big-time power tools just below me and on the other side of the wall from me. My cats were very happy to be finally released form a locked room as well.

I did have a seriously fucked up dream that I can only say was a cross between Six Feet Under and Night of the Living Dead. It was kind of badass now that I think about it.