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Just to give you a clear perspective...

Friday, October 15, 2010
on how important sleep is in making me a well-rounded, polite, very kind person, here's a little foray into how I am at 5:32am when I am not allowed the opportunity to do so.

I have had a migraine all night. Finally lessoned the blow around 1am, about one hour after my downstairs neighbors decided to turn in on the packing for the night.

At 4am, I woke up on the couch in confusion and promptly decided it was time to move into the bedroom. But not for sleep. Apparently 4am is the perfect time to start packing up a moving truck with the eight or so people you've invited over to help, and then to laugh at top notch volume in that group of eight right outside of my bedroom.

I opened my porch door and curled up in a ball to listen out the door as I tried to gage just what was going on. I can't tell if just the guy is going back to the military. If the wife is going with him somewhere. If her family is taking over habitation downstairs. If they are all running some bizarre cult where they march around the house speaking at the top of their lungs and all god damn hours of the day. One thing I know is that I am not sleeping and I am NOT happy about it.

And what makes me even more unhappy is that i love my apartment. so much. i so don't want to move... :(


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I'm Sami Jo From Denver, CO, United States Samantha loves to travel, lose herself in a good book, practice yoga at her favorite local studio, The Yoga Mat, and connect with friends, old and new. Her love of working with creative minds extends into her personal endeavors, as well. She and her husband conduct a project called "Songs For Jake," a music collaboration channel designed with the simple mission of getting great songs to one really big music lover. Through her business, Roger Charlie, Samantha focuses on publicity and management, working closely with authors, musicians, and creatives who find value in a more personal approach through communications.
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