I dunno whether I’m going to make it. For the past two nights, P has wanted to sleep on his back, and every time I turned him over to his side, he’d stay there for five minutes, then turn back. I know from experience that if he does that twice, he’ll do it through the whole night, so I just get up and go sleep on the chesterfield. It’s not his fault, but that doesn’t change the fact that it keeps me awake. When I’m in the living room, the only noise I should hear is the sound of the fishies’ filters and air pumps, none of which are loud or annoying, and the occasional “ting” of a hermit crab shell hitting the glass when they’re partying (all night–little brats). That doesn’t bother me, either, but what does bother me is the stinkpig roaming around with a flashlight, making more noise in an effort to be quiet than if it tried to be annoying. When you’re a night person and live in a house with two other people and those people are (EMPLOYED and) active during the day, sleeping at night, then you LOSE. Be…fucking…quiet. Stay in your smelly little cave, come out to go to the bathroom if you must, but otherwise, turn off your fucking cell phone’s annoying ring, if you’re on the phone, lower your voice, turn your TV down, and no, you may not play music at all if it’s audible to others. I’m all for nailing the fucking door shut and making it use the window to get to the gas station’s washroom. It’s not like it ever showers anyway, so the gas station should be good enough. If we have to feed it, we can put a tray through the window, or just leave it on the porch and it can climb out to get it. Jeezus. Is it November yet?