|Monday, April 12, 2010|
|Panel 1: As the pneumatic drill continues to run, Steve approaches Casey and Marie, who are somewhere in Davies College.|
Marie [yells]: The construction on the Motran Centre's really loud today.
Steve [yells]: Are you kidding?
Steve [yells]: It's like this every day! Sometimes, it starts at five a.m.! I am going completely mad!
Panel 3: About halfway through this panel, the drill stops.
Steve [yells]: Drilling to right of them! Drilling to left of them! Drilling in front of them, volleyed and thundered! Not even poetry can encompass my despair!
Marie: ...Steve? The drilling's stopped. You don't have to yell any more.
Steve [yells]: And I'm apparently losing my hearing!
Alt-Text: I have lived in the middle of construction zones; there have, in fact, been times at which it has sounded and felt as if there is drilling right in my apartment. One's sanity does start to fray after the first month or so.