It is so early and already I'm so annoyed.

I hate living at my grandmother's so much, I want to rip the flesh off of my body. I hate it.

First of all, I hate waking up. It is impossible to sleep late. Firstly, she turns on her TV bright and early when she rolls out of bed at, I don't know... 7. So, It's Matlock, or Murder She Wrote or the Golden Girls serenading my trip to wakefulness.

Secondly, she refuses to turn on the Air Conditioner unless her skin is melting off her body. She has a much higher tolerance than me. So, all night long, I'm sweating and tossing and turning and miserable.

Thirdly, birds. Normally, they aren't bad. They don't make a lot of noise at night, but they howl like fucking banshees at sunrise. God FUCKING Forbid.

Fourthly, sunrise itself. Now, being an octagenarian, it's natural to replace every curtain that could possibly block any light with something sheer. So, the curtains that she has in my room, are white sheers; something like the vail you would see on a bride. Now, these fucking suck for blocking any light whatsover. I could brush their shadow off of me.

All of these get me really frustrated and bring me very close to the snapping threshold. Usually around 9, I can't find a good position, I'm hot and sweaty and annoyed at life, and then my pillows are flat. So, I fluff them, and I'm tired. Then, I put them down, and all I hear is ::::FOOFOFOOOOSOSOSO:::: EVERYTIME I MOVE MY FUCKING HEAD. OR BLINK. OR BREATHE. OR WIGGLE MY FUCKING TOE.

PP: I also hate that when tossing and turning, my clothes wrap around me like some boa constrictor, and I have to jerk them back into being comfortable...

"Why doesn't he sleep naked", you ask? Well, it's very close quarters here on the submarine, and it's hot. I don't sleep with covers, and grandma comes in perodically to put away laundry.

SO I SIT UP, WICKED PISSED. And, I start beating my pillows into submission. I start flailing my legs, but I hate and have to acknowledge that I will no longer be sleeping.

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