SENSORY. OVERLOAD.

I always felt sorry for Dad, whom Mom would hit and poke and shove during the night when he snores. But now...now, I CAN TOTALLY UNDERSTAND. I'm in Milwaukee; I had to chauffeur my dad and brother here for the week, and we're sharing one hotel room. TWO SNORERS. IN THE SAME ROOM AS ME. Not only have I not had any time to myself since yesterday morning, I haven't had any quiet. Or any sleep. I slept for about three hours last night. I don't know what to do to make them SHUT UP.

Dad is a dry-snore -- and makes the back of my throat hurt, just hearing it.
Rob is a gurgly-wet-congested snore -- and it's disgusting.

All the nerves in my body are at attention, bracing for each onslaught of snoring. I can't use earplugs, because then I won't be able to hear people sneak up on me.



I'm tired -- I had about two days off between finishing finals and coming here.

I forgot to bring books along. BOOKS. I FORGOT. I can't believe this. I have "Nicholas Nickleby" in the back window of the car, but I really don't want to resort to that. I might have to find a library or bookstore here. Somewhere.

I took so many pictures on Saturday, and can't wait to upload them!! I love flowers.