Jake has an annoying sarcastic attitude when I wake him up. Last night I woke up around 12:48am to some faint beeping sound. I rolled over and Jake wasn't there. I went into the den and there he was... sound asleep in his chair while his computer beeped about being over heated (fucking Athlon). I called his name out a few times, each getting louder. Finally I yelled and he woke up. I told him to go to bed and turn off his computer and he threw his hands in front in some sort of oh no waving (hard to explain) and said, Oooh Kaaay. I wanted to throw something at him. Instead I walked over and turned off the whining computer and made sure he didn't knock over the television while teetering around the floorboards we have yet to put into place. Oy...

Sunday night Jake decided to once again eat before going to sleep. Everytime he does this I end up having to deal with his funky dreams and sleeping patterns. Last night it was breathing hard and snoring. While he can go right back to bed after I've woken him up/bitched at him I end up lying awake, praying for sleep. This happened all night long. I had two mini dreams so I must have fallen asleep at some point. One I can't remember but the other had me and Keira Knightly in it. We were captured by Barbossa who was taking us somewhere on a train. Yes a train. Not a normal train, mind you... but one you'd find at an amusement park. No windows, etc... She figured out a way to unhook us from the front, where Barbossa was sitting. She unhooked one and I pointed out all the pirates in the cars behind us. Smart girl that she is, she unhooked those. Then the train stopped and we got out into the snow. Suddenly loud sound roared and once again I had to kick Jake. I didn't even get to see Captain Jack Sparrow. By the way the dream was going he'd probably have bird legs, so I guess I'll wait another night to have our meeting.

Last night we were fast asleep when Phoebe decided to pounce on me. I was about to fuss when I noticed her looking attentively towards the window. Then I heard the noise. Some moron decided to get himself arrested at midnight on our street. The tow truck came in and noisily prepared to move their car onto it's flatbed. I woke up Jake to tell him and he mumbled that he hoped it was the guy with the sensitive car alarm and went back to sleep. Meanwhile the cats decided I was the hiding zone from the noise and kept me up.

I wanted to bitch about the noise, but what can you do? They have a job and happen to work the shift everyone else sleeps. I remember working nights and loathed my noisy neighbors during the day. I would sleep with a pillow over my head and even tried cotton in the ears. As I drifted back to sleep my last thought was ten minutes of inconvenience for me VS 8 hours for them. Fair trade to move a fucking vehicle.

I am annoyed. We have some city workers outside our window... Who have yet to do ANYTHING. Seriously... I don't even know what they're there for. They pulled up around 8AM and immediately started laughing/talking loudly. I finally put the covers and a pillow over my head to drown out the sounds. I woke up at 10AM and they were STILL jabbering away. I peeked out the window to see three guys, two leaning back in some work truck, chatting like its Miller Time. Bastards...

Friday night sucked. I couldn't get comfortable for the life of me. Everything ached. Saturday morning arrived and I was finally hitting that deep sleep when THEY came. The DWP decided that Saturday at 8AM was a good time to drill holes through the pole right outside our bedroom window. All of the sudden loud trucks and a group of men decended upon our quiet neighborhood. They shouted at each other in Spanish as the drill hit high gear. For ten minutes I hoped they would finish, fall, something... then got up. It's 11:30AM now and they're working on the next pole. Apparently they're adding wires to each pole. Why couldn't they have started at the OTHER end? Bastards. I'm going to be a really grumpy person today. You have been warned...

Last night I was dreaming away when Jake flipped over, his arms whacking my side. I was about to fuss when he suddenly grabbed me and started humping. After waiting to see if he was going to call out someone's name I fussed at him and pushed him off. He grabbed me again, humping harder. I pushed him off and the third time it felt like he was trying to break his hip bones. I yelled out, Jake!" and flipped him over, then went to pee. I figured it would give him time to find something else to sleep-hump. Luckily the cats and my pillow were resting peacefully when I came back.

Last night was fun. I crashed out early, wanting to ready myself for today. My boss has been out for two days and is sure to be on the lurk for any little thing. Jake crawled into bed sometime around midnight. I awoke to the bed shaking. At first I thought it was an earthquake. When it happened again I realized it was something worse. Jake had the hiccups. What's worse was the smell that was flowing through our apartment. I jumped up and went for the kitchen, thinking he had left something on the stove. Nope. It was something he cooked and ate. Ew. It smelled rancid. After putting a layer of air freshner in every room I went back to bed. He hiccuped, I bitched. Finally I made him get up to try the usual remedies that work for me. He refused to do them correctly and then insisted they didn't work. I even went online to look up remedies. They were that bad. After teaspoons of sugar, a huge glass of water and me trying to scare him the hiccups remained. He refused to try anything else so I went to bed. He followed. A minute later he was on the couch. After twenty minutes of the cats jumping on me I was back to sleep. I woke up about 1:15am and went to check on him. No more hiccups, thank G-d. I woke him up and told him to come to bed. Thirty minutes after that I started hearing a high pitch whining sound coming from him. I wanted to scream. I started pushing him, telling him to go blow his nose. The fucker refused. No way was I going to listen to that all night. I took both hands and feet and pushed him to the edge of the bed. "Go blower yer nose!" I couldn't believe this was happening. He's such an ass when he's sleepy. Finally he listened and I fell asleep. Three hours later I am up to start the day and my energy is shot. I would love to call in, but know it will be a nail in my coffin if I do. I'm sending this to all my single friends who whine about how bad they want to be in a relationship. :P