Woke at 4:30 this morning to someone's incessant video game.
Trudged down stairs to beat of narrator in my head: "Who the hell is up at 4:30 playing video games."
More of THEM in the lounge. Changed the wash; now my fingers are sticky. Blame THEM.
More questions: "Why is the moon rising at 4:30? Will I get back to sleep tonight? And am I living next to this guy next year?"
Mood: Grouchy, sticky and placid.
The birds are singing now. I'm going to go wash my hands.
Galen, how I missed talking to you last week. I hope that you were able to get back to sleep & that your week is only marvelously uphill from there! :)
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