the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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1:05 a.m. + 2004-11-18 = me want sleep.
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note the time.
i work in 7 hours. this will mean awaking in 6 as to have extra time for traffick. this will require falling asleep as fast as humanly possible.
perhaps, I am usually asleep at this time and sleep like a log. or perhaps, this is usually my saturday night and i'm either: 1. sleeping over at mum's. 2. sleeping over at djp's. or 3. still out at this hour.
whatever may be the case, I am unfamiliar with what-i-can-only-assume-to-be housemate reggie's wednesday-night-routine. 11.45pm: the front door opens and shuts. 11.57pm: clanking of dishes followed by trudging up and down stairs (both basement and second floor). 12.15am: indie rap. lots of it. from the basement. where no one lives but there is something of a workshop in the corner nearest my side of the house without housing the washer/dryer.
i cannot sleep. i shall go smoke and look grouchy... but i so don't want to be that guy.
blahcht. ish. faaaaa.
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