I've never experienced a hangover before.

But I imagine it's a lot like waking up to my roommate.

Too bright, too loud, too happy.

I'm not a morning person.

I swear she waits in bed until the precise moment she knows I'm out of bed and follows me around, just to torture me. I can't have a moment alone, to wake up, to adjust. At least children are somewhat cute when they pester you at all hours. This grown woman is not that cute.

I just want to smash my finger against her lips and say "sshhhh" while squinting my eyes.

There is no need to talk that loud so early in the morning...or afternoon, whenever I get out of bed.

She giggles at everything (in which things I do not see any humor in), esp my reactions or lack thereof to her 'oh so exciting' stories she tells.

I have not ever responded or contributed to the convo she carries on in the morning. I'm pritti sure I've never really acknowledged her existence in the mornings. But she just doesn't get it.

I generally tune her out when she goes on and on and on. But in the morning I suppose I'm more blatant about the fact I don't care. And she might actually notice. And it might offend her.

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"Life (dating) is hard;

it's harder if you're stupid."

-John Wayne