Good early morning my friends! Well, actually, there is little good about this morning. And I will tell you why (of course!):
Last night, I couldn’t sleep. I really just wasn’t tired. So, I decided to stay up and get some work done toward my Friday to do list. This week has been super busy and productive, and I wanted to keep the streak rolling. I finally gave in and went to sleep around 3:30 am. Five minutes later, Miss Lucy decides to jump up into the bed and proceeds to find the most uncomfortable places to sleep. Grrr. But, I mostly fall asleep.
And then there is the barking, followed by the banging. Someone is banging on the door like they are on fire. And I seriously hope they were. Not only were they banging on the door, but they were ringing the doorbell and banging on the windows as well. I sent poor Paul to investigate. They must have heard him coming and ran off. At the last minute, I remembered to yell not to open the door… just in case. It is 5:15 am, at this point. And I am PISSED. Not scared, like I thought I would be. My first thought was, “If I only had a gun…”
Now, I have always avoided guns, fearing that I would shoot off my own toe or something equally stupid. I do know how to use one. Last year when I dated Gun Guy, he took me to the shooting range and taught me how to shoot. I still have my target. My cop buddies have all told me that every shot on there is a kill shot, so I felt pretty good about that. But, maybe it is time I embraced my true roots as a Texan.
Here’s the kicker – The guy that lives upstairs from us is the cop who also doubles as the apartment’s courtesy officer. I heard his dog go off too. Would have been nice for him to get the hell out of bed and see what the ruckus was all about.
And I hate feeling like this. Now, I don’t want to open the door. Ever. But, I don’t want to be in my home, either. People really just don’t know how their behavior affects other people. Or that they are assholes. Seriously. Assholes.
So, now I am awake. And pissed. And there is no likelihood of going back to sleep. Must mean it is time to work off some of the aggression. Go Turbo Jam!
What has you irritated this week?