bobafred

I can’t sleep! Damn this medicine and its 1.1% likelihood of insomnia.

The only joy that I am getting from my sickness is that I hope that my late night coughing and hacking is keeping the loud-walkers that live above me awake. You would think that after living in an apartment for over a year you would figure out where the squeaky parts of the floor are and learn to avoid them for the sake of your downstairs neighbor. I do that for my downstairs neighbor, because I care. But, they haven’t learned. And they keep the weirdest hours. I mean who wakes up before 9am on the weekends? I sure don’t.

Well, the not sleeping thing is probably for the best right now, because as I was typing this someone’s car alarm went off for an entire cycle right outside the bedroom window. Maybe the medicine is looking out for me after all.