Pancakes and the moving of furniture
So bloody sick right now. It's been awhile since I lost my voice, I'd almost forgotten how very much it sucks. I should be sleeping, but I spent most of the day zoned out. Not quite asleep, but not really awake either. Just drifting in and out while Xena kicked ass on my TV. So at the moment I.. well, I don't exactly have energy. I have absolutely no energy at all. I'm still not even really awake. Yeah. I don't know where I was going with that. I should absolutely be asleep. End of thought.
Some new people moved in upstairs on the first. Which has been ridiculously irritating. I have no idea why 1am is the best time to rearrange furniture. Or 7am! Ffs, pick one! You can either keep me up all night, or you can wake me first thing in the morning. Don't do both. That's just rude beyond all understanding. They seem to really enjoy pancakes though. And the wife met them today, she says they're nice. I'll take her word for it. I still fail to see the need to get to know your neighbors. I enjoy the pancake smells though. They've just finished moving furniture (for the night, please? How much furniture could you possible have to move?!) and have started cooking pancakes. It's making me hungry in a vague kind of way. But the kitchen is so far right now. The thought of getting up to get anything is just making me more tired. Even just grabbing an apple. You never realize how much energy actually goes into eating an apple until you don't have any energy to spare. Maybe if I poke the wife she'll make some soup.
Some new people moved in upstairs on the first. Which has been ridiculously irritating. I have no idea why 1am is the best time to rearrange furniture. Or 7am! Ffs, pick one! You can either keep me up all night, or you can wake me first thing in the morning. Don't do both. That's just rude beyond all understanding. They seem to really enjoy pancakes though. And the wife met them today, she says they're nice. I'll take her word for it. I still fail to see the need to get to know your neighbors. I enjoy the pancake smells though. They've just finished moving furniture (for the night, please? How much furniture could you possible have to move?!) and have started cooking pancakes. It's making me hungry in a vague kind of way. But the kitchen is so far right now. The thought of getting up to get anything is just making me more tired. Even just grabbing an apple. You never realize how much energy actually goes into eating an apple until you don't have any energy to spare. Maybe if I poke the wife she'll make some soup.