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Mood and energy swings ahoy.
For a while now, I've just been trying to accept my body's
natural sleeping patterns to keep it happy. I've ALWAYS been
nocturnal-ish/crepuscular. I was always the last to go to bed
in our house. Anyhoo, 2nd shift sort of adds a brace to the practice
going to bed late and getting up late.
HOWEVER
Everybody and their cousin is up and doing something at 7 or 8am in
our walls-and-floors-are-thin-as-paper apartment building.
On certain nights, I can actually hear the guy upstairs snoring.
The lady next door has some pathological hatred of her medicine
cabinet and toilet seat. (Every time I'm near the bathroom, she's
slamming one or the other). Downstairs, our new neighbours have
a Cockatoo...which is fine, but it sounds like a screaming baby.
That, and they have some souped-up sound system...but thankfully, they're
not fanatical about always having it on. Then there's the kids in the building
NEXT to us...this is how poorly sound-proofed and insulated our walls are.
These brats love hip-hop and don't care who knows.
So, in the morning, I can't stay in bed to sleep, because upstairs and
outside are alive with the sounds of industry, I can't sleep for long on the
couch in the living room, because that's when Tim gets to play CoH and he's
typing and clicking like a fiend. (He works a lot, and hard, so I refuse to
begrudge him his gaming time...plus - he's saving the world, so I try
to let him be). I've actually camped out in our project room, under the
drafting table, but that's very not comfortable.
Plus, no matter WHERE I go, our apt. faces the parking lot.
Meaning, several jerks roll into it every other morning, honking and
yelling for the person they want to see. (When they *could* just park,
get out and walk the 10ft to the intercom and quietly buzz their party).
Nah...that would be too courteous. They're content to honk and yell.
Repeatedly...
Then...the days I gather enough energy to do laundry, it's a gamble to see what
machines are free...and if they're still functional. (I loathe other people...
we got nice new machines and that lasted two weeks tops. Dammit, we can't have
nice things!!)
The doors are busted, kicked to shit, weird mystery sludge is in/on/dripping down
the front/sides and the displays got covered with stickers. Not all at once, but it
seemed like it. That, and when I get there, someone is invariably doing 27 weeks
worth of laundry and will be a while.
Oh, and there is always the ever-lingering stench of cigarette smoke,
shite or things I dare not even imagine.
I cannot wait till we have our own washer/dryer and a garage.
Every new day it's more difficult to respect ANYONE.
Except my friends, family and husband. They rock.
I'd apologize for this rant, but I'm too tired to care.
So nyaaah.
For a while now, I've just been trying to accept my body's
natural sleeping patterns to keep it happy. I've ALWAYS been
nocturnal-ish/crepuscular. I was always the last to go to bed
in our house. Anyhoo, 2nd shift sort of adds a brace to the practice
going to bed late and getting up late.
HOWEVER
Everybody and their cousin is up and doing something at 7 or 8am in
our walls-and-floors-are-thin-as-paper apartment building.
On certain nights, I can actually hear the guy upstairs snoring.
The lady next door has some pathological hatred of her medicine
cabinet and toilet seat. (Every time I'm near the bathroom, she's
slamming one or the other). Downstairs, our new neighbours have
a Cockatoo...which is fine, but it sounds like a screaming baby.
That, and they have some souped-up sound system...but thankfully, they're
not fanatical about always having it on. Then there's the kids in the building
NEXT to us...this is how poorly sound-proofed and insulated our walls are.
These brats love hip-hop and don't care who knows.
So, in the morning, I can't stay in bed to sleep, because upstairs and
outside are alive with the sounds of industry, I can't sleep for long on the
couch in the living room, because that's when Tim gets to play CoH and he's
typing and clicking like a fiend. (He works a lot, and hard, so I refuse to
begrudge him his gaming time...plus - he's saving the world, so I try
to let him be). I've actually camped out in our project room, under the
drafting table, but that's very not comfortable.
Plus, no matter WHERE I go, our apt. faces the parking lot.
Meaning, several jerks roll into it every other morning, honking and
yelling for the person they want to see. (When they *could* just park,
get out and walk the 10ft to the intercom and quietly buzz their party).
Nah...that would be too courteous. They're content to honk and yell.
Repeatedly...
Then...the days I gather enough energy to do laundry, it's a gamble to see what
machines are free...and if they're still functional. (I loathe other people...
we got nice new machines and that lasted two weeks tops. Dammit, we can't have
nice things!!)
The doors are busted, kicked to shit, weird mystery sludge is in/on/dripping down
the front/sides and the displays got covered with stickers. Not all at once, but it
seemed like it. That, and when I get there, someone is invariably doing 27 weeks
worth of laundry and will be a while.
Oh, and there is always the ever-lingering stench of cigarette smoke,
shite or things I dare not even imagine.
I cannot wait till we have our own washer/dryer and a garage.
Every new day it's more difficult to respect ANYONE.
Except my friends, family and husband. They rock.
I'd apologize for this rant, but I'm too tired to care.
So nyaaah.