glad i don't live here really...

i am staying at a friend's house until my upcoming move to boston. she's terribly kind to let me crash here and take up half of her bed. especially given her need for a good nights rest due to school, work, and a cold. also keep in mind the fact that she's a light sleeper and i make odd keening noises throughout the night. apparently i started my "hum" as she calls it around midnight last night. even after much gentle persuasion i did not cease my slumbered singing... i have the bruises on my legs to prove it.

so tonight i'll be sleeping on the futon on the lower level of the apartment.

luckily i was not tired around 11pm when her other housemate came home from dinner. a dinner that she promptly ran off to after dropping part of her ikea bedframe on her toes *fist shake, damn swedes!* so housemate, fully sated after dinner and presumably in a better mood to finish her bed, begins the arduous and loud process of assembling her bed.

after much more dropping of metal pieces (onto hardwood flooring) she then begins to hammer the thing together. at 11:30 at night.

so i'm happy i've been relegated to the futon. i can only imagine the angry kicking upstairs.

i am so glad i don't actually live here.