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It don't happen much any more, this here LiveJournal thingy. I guess I have a purpose for it. It seems all the other social media came and went and came again. But every once in a while I just gotta vent.
So it's taken about three weeks to completely cycle through that last cold. It wasn't even a bad one, just your garden-variety cough/sneeze/runny nose thing, but the after effects went on forever. In the past, a mild cold like that would have been done in a week. The worst part of it was done two weeks ago and I still have that cough thing fading away.
The best thing about that cold was that I slept like the dead. Now that I'm over it, it seems I'm back to normal. Light sleep again last night/this morning.
Last night I'd just dropped off to sleep when my roommate got on the phone. I guess he talks to his mom every night. What he talks about for an hour that he didn't just talk to her last night about for an hour, I don't know, but, hey, at least he talks to her. For whatever reason, though, he didn't sit out in the recliner two walls away like usual. He was blaring away into that phone (he sounds like a trombone when he talks- it's really kinda funny) right outside the bedroom door. I poked my head out and chased him off, but he came right back and sat at the dining room table. I had to go out and chase him away again, but by this time it was too late. Once the adrenaline flows, it takes a while to get back to sleep.
Normally I don't mind him getting home right as I go to sleep, because he's usually quiet as a mouse. But last night for whatever reason, he felt the need to, I dunno, be loud. He's an attention whore that way some times, but he usually doesn't wake me up. I think the old boy may be getting senile.
But then, maybe I am too. The older I get the lighter I sleep. It takes longer to get over colds or recover from hard workouts or injuries. And this increasing insomnia is making me crazy. I finally got back to sleep last night, only to be awakened again to the sound of dueling bedsprings at 3:30 A.M. from the apartment next door. I'm no friggin prude, but, c'mon, 3:30 in the morning? STFU! So now I'm wide awake with about 3 1/2 hours sleep under my belt. Dammit, I was gonna start going back to the gym tonight.
I'm looking for another apartment. Not that there's really any particular thing wrong with this place that I wouldn't find similarly wrong with any other place (it has its pluses and minuses), but I think it's just time for a change. I'd like a garage, I want to go it alone, and I want to get closer to work.
Gawd, I hate moving.
So it's taken about three weeks to completely cycle through that last cold. It wasn't even a bad one, just your garden-variety cough/sneeze/runny nose thing, but the after effects went on forever. In the past, a mild cold like that would have been done in a week. The worst part of it was done two weeks ago and I still have that cough thing fading away.
The best thing about that cold was that I slept like the dead. Now that I'm over it, it seems I'm back to normal. Light sleep again last night/this morning.
Last night I'd just dropped off to sleep when my roommate got on the phone. I guess he talks to his mom every night. What he talks about for an hour that he didn't just talk to her last night about for an hour, I don't know, but, hey, at least he talks to her. For whatever reason, though, he didn't sit out in the recliner two walls away like usual. He was blaring away into that phone (he sounds like a trombone when he talks- it's really kinda funny) right outside the bedroom door. I poked my head out and chased him off, but he came right back and sat at the dining room table. I had to go out and chase him away again, but by this time it was too late. Once the adrenaline flows, it takes a while to get back to sleep.
Normally I don't mind him getting home right as I go to sleep, because he's usually quiet as a mouse. But last night for whatever reason, he felt the need to, I dunno, be loud. He's an attention whore that way some times, but he usually doesn't wake me up. I think the old boy may be getting senile.
But then, maybe I am too. The older I get the lighter I sleep. It takes longer to get over colds or recover from hard workouts or injuries. And this increasing insomnia is making me crazy. I finally got back to sleep last night, only to be awakened again to the sound of dueling bedsprings at 3:30 A.M. from the apartment next door. I'm no friggin prude, but, c'mon, 3:30 in the morning? STFU! So now I'm wide awake with about 3 1/2 hours sleep under my belt. Dammit, I was gonna start going back to the gym tonight.
I'm looking for another apartment. Not that there's really any particular thing wrong with this place that I wouldn't find similarly wrong with any other place (it has its pluses and minuses), but I think it's just time for a change. I'd like a garage, I want to go it alone, and I want to get closer to work.
Gawd, I hate moving.