Oh yeah, two other things which might be getting on my goat are lack of sleep and some arsehole reversing every hour last night.
The reversing began at around 10.30. And it kept going… then stopped… and started again… and stopped… and started again…
BeeeBeeeBeeeBeeeBeeeBeeeBeee…Beee…BeeeBeeeBeee…Beee…
Silence…
Silence…
Nodding-off…
Beee…BeeeBEEEBEEEBEEEbeeeBeeeBeee…Beee…Beee…
Silence…
…etcetera
Sleep was affected by this. But it was also affected by my mindset and thrashing around internally over a bunch of stuff which won’t be discussed in this blog.
My sleep was also affected by next door neighbours having an argument this morning. Must have been about 6am when I heard a woman yelling on the street, an argument, a slam of a door, then as I began to drift off again, a heart-rending guttral screeching sound.
Very off-putting.
And since I was wide-frigging-awake, there wasn’t much else I could do but lie there wondering what to do next.
This question was answered by R who texted me asking if I’d like to ride to work with her.
Award for the biggest dipshit has to go to a mutual friends boyfriend who — after about 7 or 8 years with the friend K, an affair and a fucking obsession (read it twice, you’ll get it), has announced that he now wants to end the relationship in favour of taking lots of drugs and shagging anything with two legs and the right bodily orifices.
How old is he, was my first reaction.
R agreed.
He should have gotten that out of his system in his twenties for fucks sake.
Honestly, there’s no accounting for brain power, especially when we’re talking about the effects of hormones.
What a knucklehead.
