grrrrrrrr
I could kill my father today. Seriously, I could.
I'm cleaning my room at the moment. It desperately needs it, particularly because we're getting new windows in late August/early September, and they need to be able to get at the windows from the inside. And just because it's horrible at the moment.
So I finally got around to that, and now my bed is unusable. It's covered with books and stuff, and will be pretty much as long as I'm still cleaning. (And I can't make myself focus on cleaning for more than an hour or so at a time. I have a hard enough time cleaning it in the first place.) So my bed will be out of commission for a while, and I'm sleeping on the living room couch while it is. (I would be sleeping in our "spare bedroom," (Evan's old room) but Dad seems to have decided that that's his bedroom. Ass.)
So yeah, sleeping in living room. Which is hard enough, since there's nothing to keep the light out in the morning. It really doesn't help when Dad decides to get up at 3:45 a.m. and make a snack, waking me up in the process because he doesn't know how to be quiet about anything anymore. Then he leaves the kitchen light on, which I can see from the couch, thus making it impossible for me to get back to sleep. (At this point I've had maybe 1 1/2 - 2 hours of sleep.)
I didn't get up to turn it off right away, because I figured he was going to be right back out, and he'd turn it off then. But, of course, he doesn't. Apparently he was up for good at that point, and he's so fucking senile (okay, not really, but I wonder sometimes) that he didn't even notice. And I don't think he's fully aware that I'm sleeping in the living room anyway, because it's not like he actually notices anything that happens around him anymore.
At that point I didn't get up to turn the light off because I was so pissed with Dad that I knew that I would end up storming down to "Evan's room" (I refuse to call it Dad's room, since he has a bedroom in the basement, with Mom) and screaming at him. I've been particularly irritable lately, especially with him... and even more so when I'm tired, which I've been almost all the time recently. Stupid summer. So I'm laying there, trying to ignore the light... I even tried pulling the sheet up over my head... That worked, but it was to damned hot that way, and I couldn't get comfortable like that.
And then to top it off, Dad decides to start listening to podcasts. With any normal person, the room in which he was sitting listening to podcasts would be far enough away to not bother me in the living room. But this is Dad, and he's losing his hearing, even if he refuses to admit it. He listens to everything so fucking loud it drives both me and Mom crazy. So yeah, I could hear the sound coming from his computer. I couldn't quite understand it, but it was more than enough to ruin every last bit of a chance that I might get back to sleep.
It went on like that until 5 a.m., at which point he went to go take a shower and get dressed. And it was starting to get light. I tried, again, to get back to sleep then, but it was too bright, and just when I started to get to the point where I might fall asleep, he was done with his shower and back to podcasts.
Upshot of all of this: I got 1 1/2 - 2 hours of sleep last night. I did manage another almost 2 hours in an afternoon nap, but still... I'm really not looking forward to interacting with Dad today. I'm tired, and that makes me irritable, and Dad makes me want to kill him when I'm in a good mood. Grrrr.
And to offset just a little of the bitchiness, I LISTENED TO THE LOVER"S DOLL DRAMA CD!!! It was adorable, and wonderful!! And they included the extra, with the only sex scene, in the drama cd!!!
I'm cleaning my room at the moment. It desperately needs it, particularly because we're getting new windows in late August/early September, and they need to be able to get at the windows from the inside. And just because it's horrible at the moment.
So I finally got around to that, and now my bed is unusable. It's covered with books and stuff, and will be pretty much as long as I'm still cleaning. (And I can't make myself focus on cleaning for more than an hour or so at a time. I have a hard enough time cleaning it in the first place.) So my bed will be out of commission for a while, and I'm sleeping on the living room couch while it is. (I would be sleeping in our "spare bedroom," (Evan's old room) but Dad seems to have decided that that's his bedroom. Ass.)
So yeah, sleeping in living room. Which is hard enough, since there's nothing to keep the light out in the morning. It really doesn't help when Dad decides to get up at 3:45 a.m. and make a snack, waking me up in the process because he doesn't know how to be quiet about anything anymore. Then he leaves the kitchen light on, which I can see from the couch, thus making it impossible for me to get back to sleep. (At this point I've had maybe 1 1/2 - 2 hours of sleep.)
I didn't get up to turn it off right away, because I figured he was going to be right back out, and he'd turn it off then. But, of course, he doesn't. Apparently he was up for good at that point, and he's so fucking senile (okay, not really, but I wonder sometimes) that he didn't even notice. And I don't think he's fully aware that I'm sleeping in the living room anyway, because it's not like he actually notices anything that happens around him anymore.
At that point I didn't get up to turn the light off because I was so pissed with Dad that I knew that I would end up storming down to "Evan's room" (I refuse to call it Dad's room, since he has a bedroom in the basement, with Mom) and screaming at him. I've been particularly irritable lately, especially with him... and even more so when I'm tired, which I've been almost all the time recently. Stupid summer. So I'm laying there, trying to ignore the light... I even tried pulling the sheet up over my head... That worked, but it was to damned hot that way, and I couldn't get comfortable like that.
And then to top it off, Dad decides to start listening to podcasts. With any normal person, the room in which he was sitting listening to podcasts would be far enough away to not bother me in the living room. But this is Dad, and he's losing his hearing, even if he refuses to admit it. He listens to everything so fucking loud it drives both me and Mom crazy. So yeah, I could hear the sound coming from his computer. I couldn't quite understand it, but it was more than enough to ruin every last bit of a chance that I might get back to sleep.
It went on like that until 5 a.m., at which point he went to go take a shower and get dressed. And it was starting to get light. I tried, again, to get back to sleep then, but it was too bright, and just when I started to get to the point where I might fall asleep, he was done with his shower and back to podcasts.
Upshot of all of this: I got 1 1/2 - 2 hours of sleep last night. I did manage another almost 2 hours in an afternoon nap, but still... I'm really not looking forward to interacting with Dad today. I'm tired, and that makes me irritable, and Dad makes me want to kill him when I'm in a good mood. Grrrr.
And to offset just a little of the bitchiness, I LISTENED TO THE LOVER"S DOLL DRAMA CD!!! It was adorable, and wonderful!! And they included the extra, with the only sex scene, in the drama cd!!!