i am tired. no, i don’t think you quite understand. i am very tired.
it feels like a fucking truck ran over me all night long. i’m sick of needing the fan on to sleep because although it may cool me down enough to enable me to lose consciousness, i’m acutely aware of the noise it makes and i never get a truly deep sleep.
i can only imagine what it will be like in a cabin with four other women and children in northern ontario in the middle of august.
ugh, kill me now.
the plus side: dad’s making me pancakes for dinner.
Hmm. How about a new fan? I’ve a $10 one that makes almost no noise, which is great since I need it to sleep, and Gary bitched and moaned about how much noise the old one made. He still gets upset if it blows on him, but that’s his issue. ;)