My apartment isn't burning down, again.

Yet my landlord is knocking on my door at 6:15am anyway. It's funny, because when he knocked on my door at 6:15am yesterday, the apartment wasn't burning down either. My landlord is apparently a morning person. Fresh air. Relaxing jogs in Prospect Park. I can understand that. Except fuck no, and my landlord can't move faster than 3 miles per hour anyway, so that's out the door. Maybe he reads the newspaper. Except I'm pretty sure he's illiterate. I'm basing this on the fact that his signature looks like he shoved a pen up his ass and sat on my rent check receipt to sign it. Except I don't think he can bend very well either. But he gets his chores done in the morning. Like asking me to see the leaky kitchen sink (yesterday) and then asking me when I'll be around later so he can tell me it's been fixed (today). I'm glad he got me up out of my four-hour slumber, honestly, because I wanted to get up & go for a jog in the park myself. And by that, i mean punch myself in the face, repeatedly.