09.30.05 - 7:24 am

christian soft rock. much louder than youd ever want it. echoeing through the tissue thin walls of the crows nest. an alarm clock somewhere in justins room sounded as if it was seated on the edge of my bed. i couldnt turn it off. i tried flipping the fuse to his room, hoping the flashing 88:88 across the screen of the alarm clock would make it stop somehow.

oh no.

for two hours this alarm clock carried on. in spite of two pillows on my head, and toilet paper in my ears, the only result was sore ears.

justin, you son of a bitch.