I feel like I no longer live in my house. I live at work. Thank goodness for overtime. and more importantly a big hurrah that I geniuinely like most of the people I work with. Even when they sneak up to my office at midnight and throw things at more door to purposely scare the bejezus out of me.
though why I would even want to be at home when I can't even sleep in my own bed due to this house is so screwed up issues. I've taken to snoozing on the couch after trying to sleep in my own for an hour and not being able to, due to noise.
grouch grouch grouch.
Sunday I should be in a far sunnier mood, let's hope.