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.