baby it's cold outside
Nov. 5th, 2011 11:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanJenn decided it would be a good idea to stay the night too. We had the futons from the couch tied up with bungie cords, so we spread them out on the floor and invaded Axel's steamer trunk full of sleeping bags and blankets.
We're all pretty stumbly at this point. I don't know how I'm going to be able to sleep with all the freaking noise. The contstant yelling voices are driving me nuts.
Darrell went outside to have a last smoke before crashing so Jenn & made up the beds and tried to shift the furniture upstairs to make room for everybody. It was so stuffy I ended up opening the big bay window in teh front of the room.
The new windows ar huge. They don't have scrrens yet. From the window the roof of the front porch drops down to the front lawn. Our postage stamp green space is completely occupied by a ginormous metal bin. We had to cordon off half the street so that the driver could squeeze it into position. After all our work the bin bristles with splintered lathe like rows of punji sticks.
Jenn decides she's cold and moves towards the window. It's so stuffy in here. It's so loud I can't even think. I try to turn off the music but the computer is already turned off. I can't think. The yelling next door is so loud but I can't make out the words. I just want them to stop. Jenn is struggling with the windows, trying to close them. She's standing in front of the open space, blocking the breeze. I move her away, opening up the window as far as it will go. I stand with my eyes closed feeling the cool air drying the sweat on my face. It's so quiet. I feel peace. I close my eyes.
Darrell just came upstairs and asked me where Jenn is. I'm sure she was here a minute ago, but she must have gone for a smoke or something.
I wish the fucking neighbours would shut up.
We're all pretty stumbly at this point. I don't know how I'm going to be able to sleep with all the freaking noise. The contstant yelling voices are driving me nuts.
Darrell went outside to have a last smoke before crashing so Jenn & made up the beds and tried to shift the furniture upstairs to make room for everybody. It was so stuffy I ended up opening the big bay window in teh front of the room.
The new windows ar huge. They don't have scrrens yet. From the window the roof of the front porch drops down to the front lawn. Our postage stamp green space is completely occupied by a ginormous metal bin. We had to cordon off half the street so that the driver could squeeze it into position. After all our work the bin bristles with splintered lathe like rows of punji sticks.
Jenn decides she's cold and moves towards the window. It's so stuffy in here. It's so loud I can't even think. I try to turn off the music but the computer is already turned off. I can't think. The yelling next door is so loud but I can't make out the words. I just want them to stop. Jenn is struggling with the windows, trying to close them. She's standing in front of the open space, blocking the breeze. I move her away, opening up the window as far as it will go. I stand with my eyes closed feeling the cool air drying the sweat on my face. It's so quiet. I feel peace. I close my eyes.
Darrell just came upstairs and asked me where Jenn is. I'm sure she was here a minute ago, but she must have gone for a smoke or something.
I wish the fucking neighbours would shut up.