Noise Pollution, the Double Standard and Ketchup Stains

For the second morning in a row we woke up at just before nine to pounding from the new plumbing business that went in right below us. Yesterday we called the landlord, the landlord called the new manager (who apparently was unobtainable, go figure) and said he would take care of it. Nine thirty rolls around, more pounding. Landlord called back later saying that they had been putting an awning up on the side of the building over their window. (Apparently their receptionists need a shady place to sit and smoke.) Ten to ten is the noise rule in this building, he said he would tell them. So this morning to be woken up at the same time by the same thing... I can't say we were very happy about it.

Lucky for Ketchup he had already today playing video games so he was not bothered (f.y.i. we asked him quite some time ago to not play in the morning because I sleep poorly and occasionally need the outlet to keep me from robbing the hubby of his precious sleep.) Want to know the best part? He's still playing. I just checked, we are in hour five. He's playing this game we just got, Thrillville, it's a sim theme park game and while it is an awesome game, it becomes quite hard to watch when the person playing does everything in such an arbitrary way. He runs around blindly simply because he didn't read the whole description of something or whatever. It's mind numbing.

I got up two hours before the hubby today. With the pounding, coughing from the living room, the phone ringing and the hubby snoring I just couldn't do it anymore. I came out into the living room (with little other options) to where you already know Ketchup was playing the XBox 360. I knew he wouldn't turn it off, he never does for me. However I expected, that when two hours later, the hubby got up, that he would immediately turn it off, as usual. This didn't happen. He saved, like usual... and then just kept playing.

The hubby and I exchanged looks. The hubby quickly learned my irritation in watching Ketchup play. Trying to help with the occasional prompt, you could hear the annoyance in the hubby's voice increasing. Again lucky for Ketchup, half deaf in the ear closest to the hubby, he probably didn't hear it.

The hubby is in the shower now, and yes Ketchup is still going, uncaring of the fact that I have been sitting here watching for the last three hours. I need a new topic.

I am going to post my Monday pictures on my other blog today, I should have already done it but what can I say, I slacked. Bar night went fairly well, though with a few less people and the bar looking as if it were closed already by ten when there was still four and a half hours on the clock. Hairy showed up with a girl, it was interesting and we're not sure what to read into it, more on him later though.

We tried to get Tall to come, but after hours of not answering his phone and not replying to texts he finally responds saying he's busy packing for Minnesota. Minnesota? What? Yeah, apparently he's going on vacation and that was the first we were hearing. We think he might of left, who knows because he didn't say anything other then just that. I wonder when he'll be back, or hell, if he's back already. Bugger.

Mondays are all I have outside this house and it's fast becoming our only social outlet so it irks me a little when our friends can't even tell us why they aren't going to be there. Sheesh. On an up note, Curly might come next Monday, which will be his second appearance. That should be cool.

Me? I'm going nuts. I did some bad math the other night. Ketchup spends roughly a hundred and forty-four hours a week creating that dip in my couch. From four in the afternoon on Wednesday till nine at night Friday. From six in the morning till nine at night on Saturday. From six in the morning on Sunday till six in the morning on Wednesday. He doesn't go anywhere. He doesn't do anything. Unless he's playing video games or eating, he can't stay awake for longer then an hour and a half and then he just lays down regardless of what's going on, who's here, whatever. During the day when it's just us, he doesn't even speak to me unless I initiate the conversation. The hubby says to consider him animalistic. I have three cats, I don't need another animal in this little apartment, especially when it hogs my couch, television and XBox.

It's gotten to the point where every time I complain to the hubby, the response is little more then "I know." Not very satisfying. Nothing is going to change. I need help.

Here's something sunny, I still haven't talked to my mom and really I have no plans to at the moment. I've been thinking of writing her a letter, even if I don't send it. I figure it would be therapeutic, and hell, even if I did send it to her, I've got nothing to lose. She doesn't have anything else held over my head and our relationship is shit anyway, it might be nice to get a few things off my chest. We'll see how that goes.

The hubby finally told Ketchup to give it a rest and instantly he shut the game off. The XBox is all nice and hot now, not something that inspires me to want to play for a few hours myself without giving it a break. I've been trying to not let Ketchup have control of the living room when he has no work obligation to sleep, but at the same time, sometimes I just don't want to sit with him for hours while we wait for the hubby to get home, so I still end up spending most of my days confined to my room. Have I mentioned before that we need to move?

Ugh. Whatever. The hubby is leaving in a few and soon after I am going to take a nap. It's the only thing that helps the day pass quicker. Yeah, I know that sounds sad. What's sadder is I find myself more anxious for the hubby to get home at night, in part because it means we can start drinking. Yeah. Bye now.