Urge To Kill...Rising...Rising

The roofers are on my list. Not the historical mathematician list; the list of people who need to be hit with a truck. They woke Jeff and I up at 8:00 last Friday, the day when I don't have to even be awake before 12:30. Not good.

Heat Transfer has become a confusing mish-mash of summation signs, derivatives, and other math widgets that would suggest a MATH class instead of an ENGINEERING class. Also, the bi-weekly meeting was rushed by Dr. Shet (yes, you read it right). He's ready to retire and Dr. Vakili wasn't there. Sweet.

So we get back to the apartment around 3:00, and the roofers and their extended families are standing around as we pull up. Then they leave the roof half done. What's up with that? Now Jeff has a tarp in front of his window. That's just lazy. And their stuff is everywhere.

I swear, I had more to write about, but I'm fresh out. Oh well.