I work all night.
12am-8am.
I get home around 9am-ish.
I drink coffee all night. All. Night.
I'd like to be able to come home and have a bathroom available to me before I sleep.
I don't.
There is a plumbing team in my can, tearing down a wall looking for a major leak between my apt and the one above us.
This is a dilemma.
Lots of coffee.
Edit: crisis over. Apparently I was so exhausted, that I was able to force myself to nap through all manner of demolition work and seriously big-time power tools just below me and on the other side of the wall from me. My cats were very happy to be finally released form a locked room as well.
I did have a seriously fucked up dream that I can only say was a cross between Six Feet Under and Night of the Living Dead. It was kind of badass now that I think about it.
12am-8am.
I get home around 9am-ish.
I drink coffee all night. All. Night.
I'd like to be able to come home and have a bathroom available to me before I sleep.
I don't.
There is a plumbing team in my can, tearing down a wall looking for a major leak between my apt and the one above us.
This is a dilemma.
Lots of coffee.
Edit: crisis over. Apparently I was so exhausted, that I was able to force myself to nap through all manner of demolition work and seriously big-time power tools just below me and on the other side of the wall from me. My cats were very happy to be finally released form a locked room as well.
I did have a seriously fucked up dream that I can only say was a cross between Six Feet Under and Night of the Living Dead. It was kind of badass now that I think about it.
kindle:
You poor poor soul! At least there's only three of you in the apartment now. Just remember when there was five and we were all sick and fighting for the opportunity to shove our faces in the throne!
kindle:
Thank you! That'd be kickass 
I love your cooking. Is it pork roast?!
I love your cooking. Is it pork roast?!