Bad mood time.
Misery 1: I’ve not had a restful night’s sleep since I got back. If it’s not the birds tweeting, it’s the drunken revelers shouting and singing and playing their music too damn loud for 4am. I’ve tried closing the window (but it does get stuffy), I’ve tried earplugs (even though they’re uncomfortable) and I’ve tried both at the same time. None good enough, nor in combination. I have one last weapon in my fight against insomnia. Hypnotics. I’d rather not resort to drugs to help me sleep (for fear of screwing up my sleeping pattern even further), but it’s my last resort.
I promised two miseries, didn’t I?
Misery 2: My toilet has sprung a slow leak.
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