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Mystery Solved
Dec. 4th, 2008 05:24 amI am not using this icon for its intended purpose.
I can't sleep. At all. I've tried three times. The first time I wound up back online blathering at the ever patient![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
teleute12 about the gymnastics World Cup field (or rather, the trouble they're having getting one together), of all things. The second time, I wound up at Wal-Mart buying tights at 4 AM, because I have to give a presentation today, and presentations mean skirts, and my tights from last winter don't fit any more (dammit). This did give me the bizarre pleasure of hearing Flogging Molly played over a Wal-Mart sound system, though. I don't think they do that during regular business hours.
During my third try, I was lying in my bed thinking about how quiet it was and how I just needed to sleep, just two hours of sleep before I had to get back up, please, and why is it so quiet anyway? when it clicked.
I didn't see The Upstairs's car in the parking lot when I left to get freaking tights. He's not home.
Since I moved in, The Upstairs has been a source of annoyance whenever I try to sleep. It's like the ceiling is paper. Creaky paper. With a bed with creaky bedsprings on top of it.coltsbane claimed she didn't notice when she stayed here; I think she was just being polite. My cat, George, is an additional pain in my ass when I am trying to sleep, and he's not here this week, either, as I left the furballs with my parents so I could focus on finals, but I haven't had this sort of problem the last few nights. Apparently, I have gotten so used to the noise made by The Upstairs that I now cannot sleep without it.
Dammit.
I can't sleep. At all. I've tried three times. The first time I wound up back online blathering at the ever patient
teleute12 about the gymnastics World Cup field (or rather, the trouble they're having getting one together), of all things. The second time, I wound up at Wal-Mart buying tights at 4 AM, because I have to give a presentation today, and presentations mean skirts, and my tights from last winter don't fit any more (dammit). This did give me the bizarre pleasure of hearing Flogging Molly played over a Wal-Mart sound system, though. I don't think they do that during regular business hours.During my third try, I was lying in my bed thinking about how quiet it was and how I just needed to sleep, just two hours of sleep before I had to get back up, please, and why is it so quiet anyway? when it clicked.
I didn't see The Upstairs's car in the parking lot when I left to get freaking tights. He's not home.
Since I moved in, The Upstairs has been a source of annoyance whenever I try to sleep. It's like the ceiling is paper. Creaky paper. With a bed with creaky bedsprings on top of it.
coltsbane claimed she didn't notice when she stayed here; I think she was just being polite. My cat, George, is an additional pain in my ass when I am trying to sleep, and he's not here this week, either, as I left the furballs with my parents so I could focus on finals, but I haven't had this sort of problem the last few nights. Apparently, I have gotten so used to the noise made by The Upstairs that I now cannot sleep without it.Dammit.
