Marc
Everybody Needs to Sleep More
Company policy. No complaints from here on out. I wish everyone would get more sleep, so's that way everyone could be nicer when they're awake. For example, let's take one of my roommates who doesn't sleep enough. Gets cranky sometimes, let's stress get to him, and then yells at me because I'm laughing at him because he's taking (literally) 35 minutes to figure out how to trade three people for three people on our football game. Not only that, I upset him more because I laugh harder when, after the 35 minute trade, he doesn't have enough cap room to sign a tight end that he's missing which, in turn, will disallow him from fielding a team until he gets one.
Or how about other roommate, who had to go to the dentist today (I feel sorry for her in this respect) but is still crabby and whiny and nitpicky about stupid shit like the dishes. It's not like this one's got anything to do for the rest of the week, so she turns her sights on me. I don't use dishes, dammit. I use paper towels and plastic silverware. Admittedly, I do use the occasional cup (when I'm not drinking straight out of the bottle), but that's nothing. It's not like crabby roommate number one, who gets baked and decides to make bacon at two in the morning. That's gross. Just leaves the pan on the stove. Bacon grease and all. But you won't here me complain. Let everyone clean up their own messes.
And the sad thing is that it doesn't stop there. Other people complain and whine and piss and moan everywhere. Even the guy at Kinko's this afternoon. Even the guy putting up the cereal boxes on the shelves at Jewel this morning. Fuck 'em all. Get more sleep.
Everybody Needs to Sleep More
Company policy. No complaints from here on out. I wish everyone would get more sleep, so's that way everyone could be nicer when they're awake. For example, let's take one of my roommates who doesn't sleep enough. Gets cranky sometimes, let's stress get to him, and then yells at me because I'm laughing at him because he's taking (literally) 35 minutes to figure out how to trade three people for three people on our football game. Not only that, I upset him more because I laugh harder when, after the 35 minute trade, he doesn't have enough cap room to sign a tight end that he's missing which, in turn, will disallow him from fielding a team until he gets one.
Or how about other roommate, who had to go to the dentist today (I feel sorry for her in this respect) but is still crabby and whiny and nitpicky about stupid shit like the dishes. It's not like this one's got anything to do for the rest of the week, so she turns her sights on me. I don't use dishes, dammit. I use paper towels and plastic silverware. Admittedly, I do use the occasional cup (when I'm not drinking straight out of the bottle), but that's nothing. It's not like crabby roommate number one, who gets baked and decides to make bacon at two in the morning. That's gross. Just leaves the pan on the stove. Bacon grease and all. But you won't here me complain. Let everyone clean up their own messes.
And the sad thing is that it doesn't stop there. Other people complain and whine and piss and moan everywhere. Even the guy at Kinko's this afternoon. Even the guy putting up the cereal boxes on the shelves at Jewel this morning. Fuck 'em all. Get more sleep.
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