midnight rant

okay, it's only 11.46, but i can't sleep and i'm growly.
we're in bed, yes the same fucking bed, and I'm reading - because lately it's the one thing that helps me nod off. so he huffs and turns around and says 'how long are you going to keep reading'...and, because I'm a big fat dickhead, i avoid the inevitable sigh from him, and put the book down, tell him he can turn off the light, because i don't even have a fucking bedside table of my own, or a reading light. (is it the 17th yet?) but of course, all thought of sleep has gone.
and then he tells me laci might be coming over in january, while i'm not here, because i don't like the guy...but really? houseguests in a house where you're technically a guest? and god only knows how it will be when judit and her sister come over...
and what about when dad comes over? will we just resort to sleeping together again and make nice? i don't fucking think so. i can not face turning 30 like this.
so i have come in here, thinking to work, and he comes in and says can't sleep eh? how about some sex to tire you out?
exqueeze me? baking powder?
i seriously can't believe i am in this situation.

oh well, at least a whole lot of metrica is getting done tonight...