I kept tossing and turning like a rotisserie chicken last night and only fell asleep way too late. Didn't help that this morning, some neighbour of mine decided to do home improvement works and kept pounding the floor. It's crappy enough that we have to live in subsidized housing without you making the conditions worse, you anti-social crazy morning person!! Am still questioning my parents decision to move; we didn't have problems like that in our old place, where our flat was on the top floor. And who on earth gets up at 8am in the morning to hammer stuff? Grr...
So now, thanks to my own physiology and my insane neighbour, I'm all bleary-eyed and cranky. Andrew will probably ply me with Milo Dinosaur again, but I'm thinking I need something more. Like a caffeine drip or something. Hopefully the sheer embarrassment of hearing my narration will shock me out of slumberland.
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