Is there some legal defense you can use when killing your housemates? Like say if they are drunken yobs who come home EVERY night around 2 am and wake you up so that you get to the point where you can’t fall asleep before 2 am any more? Say if they walk down the hallway ogre-like shaking the house on it’s foundations?
And why is it that our water pipes make the most godawful racket whenever you use the washing machine except this morning at 7 am before I went running when I really wanted them too? The housemate’s bedroom is next to the laundry and I figure if he doesn’t care about waking people, neither do I.
The training run went well this morning despite the interrupted sleep. I think the drunken yob housemate bought a girl home last night. I didn’t see her, thank god, cos I’d hate to imagine the kind of desperate skank who’d sleep with him. He lacks any redeeming qualities.
I’m feeling quietly confident about the run next weekend. I’ve put in a lot of hard work over the past few weeks and I feel good about it.
A few weeks ago I posted about how I hadn’t been progressing with my running but, when I get honest with myself, I hadn’t been trying very hard. I thought because I went running a few times a week, I should be getting better at it but in reality I’d gotten slack. I’d go out and do an easy 5 km around the block and that would be it. I started taking walk breaks, thinking I’d build on my distance but then I took more and more breaks and did less running. It’s not enough just to put in the time – you’ve got to put in the effort too.
The past few weeks have been good. I’ve really gotten much stronger. All up, I’m happy with myself.