I hate my room it's so freakin humid and sticky in here that it's not even funny. I walk into a nicely air conditioned room when I first walk through the front door and then after basking in the cool air I walk into the hot hell that is my room. The only time I'm not feeling icky is when I'm sitting directly in front of the fan. SMH Anyways apparently there's a nimrod on the floor above me banging something or hitting something. It sounds like he's nailing something which would make him...or her a serious lame considering the fact that its almost one in the morning && according to mommy dearest, he's been at it since 12 or something. If he messes with my sleep I'm kicking someone. Speaking of which I need sleep && lots of it...sadly I'll just have to deal with the six or less hours I will hopefully get tonight.
*Edit* P.S he's still going...I can't figure out for the life of me what the hell could he be doing. That annoying sound is going to drive me up a wall.
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