my ears! my ears!

I wake up from one of those dreams I actually want to finish [talking dolls, hurricanes, and trying to find some decent food before the golden girls set fire to yet another funeral home] and in a fog I stumble into the bathroom and attempt to blind myself awake. [you know what i"m talking about. stop pretending you don't. The light, man. The light!] annnnnyway. So i'm attempting to figure out what exactly needs to be done when and I hear this noise. For a second I think I'm hearing things, but then I hear it again. So I turn the toilet knob thing [because my toilet is evil and the water doesn't flow properly without aid] and listen.

Christ, I wish I hadn't. Because it becomes crystal clear that Sean's newest flake is a moaner. Like, every two seconds, man. ...oi! And the thing is, I can't just leave my bathroom. I debate wandering over and slamming my fist on the door telling them to shut the fuck up, but decide that I do not wish to die before work. I consider cranking my music up to drown out the sounds but for some reason do not vault over the crap blocking my room from the bathroom just to take five minutes to find something, anything to drown out the noise.

So I send Cass a message and I notice my phone blinking a few minutes later as I again try to ignore/drown out the sounds that are making the ever so cynical side of my brain shout, loudly, "oh come on. You've got to be kidding me." Tis a drunken call from Jake! yay! Sounds obliterated and all things good.

I owe you one.