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!