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Since I'll probably start working over night soon, I figured I should see if I'd be able to handle it. So, When I got home from the Spoon today, I tried to sleep for a few (actually about six) hours.
Didn't work so well.
2012ad was "meeting someone for tea" and spent an hour and a half getting ready, rousing me every few minutes.
Then the dogs barked for fifteen minutes when she left.
I nearly gave up and got out of bed, but I decided to take a few Benadryl instead.
That worked. I slept relatively comfortably until just after ten. Just like I'd planned.
I got up, did some reading, research and watched a movie.
It's shortly after four a.m. The sun will be rising soon. My original plan was to be in bed about now, grab a few hours of sleep and head to work.
However, I have to leave a door unlocked because she's yet to return from "tea" and I can't sleep with the house unsecured.
Now, don't think that I'm upset that she went on a date. Because I really couldn't possibly care less.
No. What bugs me is that she couldn't be fucking bothered to be honest with me that she was going on a date and grant me the courtesy of letting me know that she was not going to be home and not leave me to take care of her half-dozen pets.
You know what? Fuck it. I'm locking the house. She can go to work straight from whoever's place she spent the night at.
Didn't work so well.
2012ad was "meeting someone for tea" and spent an hour and a half getting ready, rousing me every few minutes.
Then the dogs barked for fifteen minutes when she left.
I nearly gave up and got out of bed, but I decided to take a few Benadryl instead.
That worked. I slept relatively comfortably until just after ten. Just like I'd planned.
I got up, did some reading, research and watched a movie.
It's shortly after four a.m. The sun will be rising soon. My original plan was to be in bed about now, grab a few hours of sleep and head to work.
However, I have to leave a door unlocked because she's yet to return from "tea" and I can't sleep with the house unsecured.
Now, don't think that I'm upset that she went on a date. Because I really couldn't possibly care less.
No. What bugs me is that she couldn't be fucking bothered to be honest with me that she was going on a date and grant me the courtesy of letting me know that she was not going to be home and not leave me to take care of her half-dozen pets.
You know what? Fuck it. I'm locking the house. She can go to work straight from whoever's place she spent the night at.