Erin updated her blog, so I need to update mine now.
WARNING: The Following Post contains rants, some adult material, and possibly some un-Christian themes.
So to start this post, I'm gonna apologize. This entry is gonna be ranty, and I'm not feeling so loving of my neighbour right now... I'm trying hard, but I've been battling with insomnia, and I'm literally desparate for a good night's sleep right now.
So yesterday was a LONG day. ALL day working on thesis/paper for slovakia. But it was good. I haven't had a day that productive in a long long time. If I can keep doing that mondays my thesis is gonna be done in no time!!
After paper work, I had a training session for the rally. It was good, but the same old. Denise was down, so I got to say hi to her, but otherwise I think I was too tired to be excited about it.
The good thing though... after that much work I was DEAD tired. My body and my mind were just exhausted. Finally I'm thinking, a day that'll put me to sleep. So I get home at 10:30 or so, and talk to Erin for half an hour... not long enough, but she was more tired than me and had to work even earlier today. So that relaxed me fantastically (like it always does :D) and so I pray a bit, and start to meditate a bit, and fall asleep like that in about 5 minutes, quite deeply too. For a guy who's barely slept in days that's an amazing feeling.
So what's with the score and where's the rant? Oh, it's coming.
I awake about 11:20 to doors slamming, and loud talking, it's Mike and what's her face (I don't know her name cuz she hasn't held up a conversation long enough to introduce herself, despite repeated tries to be polite and friendly). It's bad enough that I'm awake, but my heart is pounding and I'm hyper alert all of the sudden. They come upstairs and 'go to bed', which these days apparently means 'talking loudly where other people are trying desparately to sleep while their anxiety builds dramatically.'
I'd love to describe in detail the rest of the frustration, but lets just say after midnight it wasn't 'talking' that was keeping me awake. Finally around 12:20 I was fed up and shouted for them to shut up (I've deleted an explicative or two here). Granted, I coulda been much more polite about it, but figure after two trips to the kitchen and other comings and goings designed to hint at them that there were other people in the house and nearly 2 hours of lost sleep by the end of it, I was a little cranky. The thing is, they didn't stop talking! Finally at 1 I was at my wits end. I know the really Christian thing to do would be knock, ask politely for quiet, etc, but seriously, was struggling with the 'right thing to do'.
So instead I put my stereo up against the wall I share with Mike, put in North Gregg (for those of you who don't know, it's irish trad music, jigs, reels etc... lead instrument is accordian, and there's fiddle and banjo in it too), covered it with a blanket so as to prevent any sound from reaching Josh's room across the hall, and left it run all night while I went down into the basement to actually sleep. Woke up at 9 (Instead of the planned 8, I just was too tired due to, oh I don't know, lack of sleep?) went back upstairs where they were sleeping, made as much noise as possible, (my alarm had been going off since 8 already), cranked the north gregg while I got ready, slammed a few doors, then out to work.
Long story short, my paper was an hour late today, Dr. Tait wasn't happy.
I doubt Mike'll say anything, but I'm getting my Taize CD and some headphones ready for next time (cuz there will be one). I plan on asking politely very early on next time for quiet, and if it's not achieved, they can go at it to the soothing chants of the Taize monks and deal with me practicing Bodhran, oooo, or maybe tin whistle or banjo... no... ELECTRIC banjo, at 7:30 the next morning. Unless I find a better place than where I live now to move to.
Revenge is bad... peace is good
