Roger complains that the first sentence of this morning's blabber was grammatically torturous. And so it was. Here's a revision:

There is a machine. The machine is loud. The machine is across the street. It comes on early in the morning. It comes on even earlier in the morning than I usually wake up. It woke me up this morning. That made me grumpy.

As much as I knock on New Jersey, my house and my neighborhood here were not susceptible to loud machines early in the morning. And now, off to bed. Yeah, it's my second consecutive day past midnight—last night I was up 'til two reading a book. I checked out four from Green Library yesterday, and they're quite distracting. But—distracting from what, exactly? Nothing. That's both the best and the worst parts.