Fucking cleaning lady bitch AAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I've been going through a bout of insomnia lately. It's a bad one -- last night, I was up 'till 6am. The thing about insomnia with me is that if I go to bed really late, I'm useless the next day. It's the worst part of it, the knowledge as I'm laying awake unable to sleep (or sitting at the computer unable to sleep) that I'm going to be a zombie the next day and I won't get any of my shit done.
So tonight, I decided I was going to do everything in my power to get to sleep early. I got off the computer well before bedtime and settled down in bed with a book, and I just read 'till I got tired. Sure enough, around 11:30, I started to drop off. Put the book away, turned off the light... blissful sleep.
The apartment door opened.
I screamed. Sam jumped up in his underwear. As per the time when Sam scared the shit out of me by trying to break into the house because he'd locked his keys in the car and I imperiously demanded what the "robber" wanted, I sat up and bellowed 'GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!'
Turns out, it was some idiot cleaning lady, hired to help with the turn-around for the apartments. Apparently, she couldn't be bothered to read the fucking numbers on the fucking doors. (Yes, door should have been locked. Sam changed the kitty litter, and didn't re-lock it. Had it been locked, she would have rattled the door handle a lot, and that would have freaked me out just as much.)
So all of my careful preparations went to nothing, and I'm fucking pissed off and depressed. It's not so much the 'I'm going to stay up all night again, god damn it' that's upsetting as the 'I was almost asleep! I almost beat the insomnia!' that's really upsetting me. There is a special place in hell for people who interrupt the sleep of insomniacs, a place where they have their eyes pinned open, and some demon shoves a hot poker up their ass if they start to drop off. Maybe those 'defend my house' gun nuts aren't so far off -- it's just that it's not a matter of personal defense, it's a matter of clearing the gene pool of people too stupid to know that they shouldn't be wandering into random apartments at night.
So yeah. We're gonna go have a chat with the office tomorrow about her. Little fucker. She pretty much fucked up my Wednesday, so I hope she's fucking happy with herself.
In other news, I've started going to Curves again with a friend of mine. They are way too perky there.
... So yeah. I guess it's time to take shot #2 at sleep. Still not very tired. Gonna be up 'till 6am again.
So tonight, I decided I was going to do everything in my power to get to sleep early. I got off the computer well before bedtime and settled down in bed with a book, and I just read 'till I got tired. Sure enough, around 11:30, I started to drop off. Put the book away, turned off the light... blissful sleep.
The apartment door opened.
I screamed. Sam jumped up in his underwear. As per the time when Sam scared the shit out of me by trying to break into the house because he'd locked his keys in the car and I imperiously demanded what the "robber" wanted, I sat up and bellowed 'GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!'
Turns out, it was some idiot cleaning lady, hired to help with the turn-around for the apartments. Apparently, she couldn't be bothered to read the fucking numbers on the fucking doors. (Yes, door should have been locked. Sam changed the kitty litter, and didn't re-lock it. Had it been locked, she would have rattled the door handle a lot, and that would have freaked me out just as much.)
So all of my careful preparations went to nothing, and I'm fucking pissed off and depressed. It's not so much the 'I'm going to stay up all night again, god damn it' that's upsetting as the 'I was almost asleep! I almost beat the insomnia!' that's really upsetting me. There is a special place in hell for people who interrupt the sleep of insomniacs, a place where they have their eyes pinned open, and some demon shoves a hot poker up their ass if they start to drop off. Maybe those 'defend my house' gun nuts aren't so far off -- it's just that it's not a matter of personal defense, it's a matter of clearing the gene pool of people too stupid to know that they shouldn't be wandering into random apartments at night.
So yeah. We're gonna go have a chat with the office tomorrow about her. Little fucker. She pretty much fucked up my Wednesday, so I hope she's fucking happy with herself.
In other news, I've started going to Curves again with a friend of mine. They are way too perky there.
... So yeah. I guess it's time to take shot #2 at sleep. Still not very tired. Gonna be up 'till 6am again.