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For those who are not in my part of the world, it's currently 4AM.
I absolutely can't sleep because my apartment (and surrounding structures) are an all-you-can-eat buffet of weird and disconcerting noises. Something in the floor (walls?) is creaking with a bizarre sense of regularity. There also seems to be this weird loud buzzing coming from the baseboard heater in my bedroom that seems to cease only when I get up to investigate (of course), and somewhere below me I keep hearing something that sounds a little like a dog yawning/whimpering, which is especially creepy given that the people living below me do not have a dog. It also doesn't help that during this frustrating insomnia I've been reading one of those trashy 'True Crime Stories' websites, so now I'm probably convinced that a psycho killer with a chainsaw is in the building somewhere.
Also, by the sound of it, Eric can't sleep either.
Yesterday was blah. I had my choice between "staying home and watching all of my teams lose miserably whilst doing the dishes" and "navigating the nightmarish Homecoming traffic in 5 ˚C and rain to go to lab to deal with a really unhappy compound." There's absolutely no way anyone wins given those two choices. It's like the Kobayashi Maru of "What to do on Saturday" and it all ended with me feeling agitated and sick to my stomach.
I absolutely can't sleep because my apartment (and surrounding structures) are an all-you-can-eat buffet of weird and disconcerting noises. Something in the floor (walls?) is creaking with a bizarre sense of regularity. There also seems to be this weird loud buzzing coming from the baseboard heater in my bedroom that seems to cease only when I get up to investigate (of course), and somewhere below me I keep hearing something that sounds a little like a dog yawning/whimpering, which is especially creepy given that the people living below me do not have a dog. It also doesn't help that during this frustrating insomnia I've been reading one of those trashy 'True Crime Stories' websites, so now I'm probably convinced that a psycho killer with a chainsaw is in the building somewhere.
Also, by the sound of it, Eric can't sleep either.
Yesterday was blah. I had my choice between "staying home and watching all of my teams lose miserably whilst doing the dishes" and "navigating the nightmarish Homecoming traffic in 5 ˚C and rain to go to lab to deal with a really unhappy compound." There's absolutely no way anyone wins given those two choices. It's like the Kobayashi Maru of "What to do on Saturday" and it all ended with me feeling agitated and sick to my stomach.