Oh and last night, someone would just not lay off the intercom buzzer thing! It took me forever to realize that that sound wasn’t actually a part of my dream, then it took awhile for it to click in my head what the sound actually was (because it sure wasn’t the fire alarm and I know what that sounds like) and then stumble out of bed and as soon as I get to the intercom, it stops. I didn’t even have the chance to pick it up and ask really irritably who it was (because I’m still nice to total strangers [because the voices at the other end always equal “total stranger” in my head before I know who it is] even if they drag my carcass out of bed), before it stopped. Haven’t seen anyone in my flat today so I haven’t been able to ask them if they heard it too or *gasp* if they were the ones I hadn’t let in at quarter past three in the morning.
Going back to making Krisi’s present and watching the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice now.