Noise

Lots of noise. No matter where I am, there's just too much noise. Take Chinatown, for example. The noise commences at 4:30am every morning. The various merchants are already setting up their shabby sidewalk displays at that time. The homeless and myriad drunken derelicts are milling about as well. Sleep is really not possible, I discovered.

Typical Noisy Hottie

Sleep is the essence of life. However, few people in the rank-and-file peonage are able to attain a healthy dose of deep snoozing. At Chaos Manor (read: rental housing), only Alan is able to sleep soundly. On his days off, he can sleep close to twenty hours straight. Being near-deaf helps, I suppose. The "chef" seems to only require about six hours of sleep maximum. The fool believes that his "tastes like shit" organic concoctions will keep him healthy regardless. Of course, he has no health insurance. Well, actually, he uses shamanism as a health insurance substitute.

Anyway, I have been attempting to sleep at night without foam earplugs. The noise reduction afforded by the earplugs may have increased my sensitivity to noise. So far, I have not noticed a difference in my sleep pattern. Of course, I can really hear the racket that the "chef" makes when he gets up at 5am "at the crack of dawn."

This morning, I ran into my formerly-homeless buddy in town. I returned the "smartphone" to him. He paid me for the Nexus 7 tablet computer. I deposited the money into my local bank account. Then, we chatted for a spell. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit. You know, I really love that phrase.