Oh hay thar, labyrinthitis.

You know, were I not sick, I'm certain that I would find an ice cream truck playing 'Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer' in May at ear-shattering decibels for the last hour and a half right outside my door HIGH-LARIOUS.

Or not.

Especially as it's freaking out the parrot, who's now screaming like something's killing her.

I'm going to stab something.


ETA: I'm laying in my bed, and I hear Dixie open a window and scream "Shut the F%$K up and go away!" Apparently, it's not just me.