New Year's? I take it back.

[icarus]

By the way, I take back all of my complaining about WG falling asleep on New Year's Eve. He was coming down with this flu -- of course he fell asleep. Poor sweetie.

It's 8:48 now and I just looked at myself. I'm curled up on the couch with my legs up, hands curled to my chest, looking somewhat like a dead bug, clinging to my last few hours of winter break.

And I can't do it. I have to go to bed. Only when we're sick do we understand someone else who's sick.

In other news: anyone ever notice that male neighbors are louder than female neighbors? Generally? It's the little things. The unconsciously slammed door. The toilet seat bang. The power saw....

Well, the power saw is a new one on me, but that's definitely a power saw I hear, followed by that definitive clunk of wood hitting the floor (heh, I bet the folks below him are loving that). If I'm awake and it's still running at 10pm, we're going to have a chat. But it begs the question: is he building his own furniture?

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[bruinsfan.livejournal.com]

Exception #2: When the people on the other side of your duplex have a feral three-year-old girl who frequently runs around the outside of the house screaming and banging a short 2x4 against the walls.

Yeah, I lived in the classy part of town post-college...