… That would be the sound of me snoring.
My apartment is currently in a state of disarray. Since they could not fix the creaking floor/ceiling (depending on your view) from above, I asked them to cut holes in my ceiling. What I wouldn’t do for some peace and quiet.
They started on Wednesday, and they should be finished tomorrow. In the meantime, my couch is where my table should be, and the table is folded up (thank god for the card table that is temporarily serving as a dining room table until we move into a house).
The good news is, the creaking has almost ceased. Now if only I could do something with the stomping. Can’t people walk lightly? Yeesh. I hope they fall down the stairs and are bedridden for months.
Oops, did I just say that out loud? ;)
As soon as Joe gets home, we’re going to watch Final Destination 2. I don’t have high hopes for this movie, but it’s something to watch. We rented it yesterday but I wasn’t feeling well and bought some sinus meds that knocked me out. I fell asleep on the couch (which I made Joe drag back into the living room) at 7:30 pm. I moved to the bedroom around 9 pm and slept until morning. It was so nice.
Poor Joe was lost without me last night. He stayed up way too late because he didn’t have me to tell him to go to bed; thus proving that all men need besides sex is someone to be their surrogate mommy.