Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound.

Feb 17, 2007 08:47

I have been woken up five times already this morning.

Twice from Phil texting me.  Once from my Uncle Jay saying, "Can I go annoy Stacey?" (Uncle Jay, you succeeded.)  Once from my Uncle Jay and mom walking in my room and talking about my closets.  Then, lastly, from a large bearded man, who looked remarkably like a lumberjack, walking in with my dad and talking about the air vent in my room.

The lumberjack topped it all off.

I'M UP, JEEZ.

I have drawn the following conclusions from these occurences:
--  I should close and lock my door at night.
--  I need to move out.
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