Thank god it's Friday!

Last day of the work week, Heathy comes today, my apartment is absolutely spotless (at least it was when I left this morning, god only knows what havoc Seamus will cause while I'm gone), and the weekend should be absolutely gorgeous. Does life get any better? Well yes, it does, but not mine ;) Although getting up this morning was a little, uh, traumatizing. I did not have the chance to wake up to my alarm, as usual. Instead, I was awoken by the horrible sound of my landlord having sex. Now I've heard it before, but usually just the bed creaking and the occasional "Oh Doyle!" but maybe they figured since it was the middle of the night, it was ok to go a little wild. I woke up to his 'lady friend' screaming at the top of her lungs "Oh yeah, fuck me, Doyle, fuck me!" It was horrifying to say the least. It went on like that from the time they woke me up at about twenty after two until I left at 3:30. Poor Seamus was lying under the futon in the living room with his head poking out, staring at the ceiling in absolute terror. (A word of warning Heathy - bring some earplugs - who knows if it was just a one night thing or not!)