I'm haunted by subwoofers, not in a literal sense that everywhere I turn a crowd of subwoofers appear, but when I was a fresher at university the guy above me played his music non stop, second year I had a house that was mad keen on karaoke, third year I lived in a new build with walls as thin as paper and our next door neighbour had a penchant for loud music in the morning.
Last night someone was throwing a party, and low and behold all I could hear was their [swearword] subwoofer. I woke up at 2am then couldn't get back to sleep until around 3.30, livid is not the word. I can handle it going on to 2am, but 3.30 is taking the piss. I woke Lee up but he managed to fall back to sleep. In a weird way his breathing calms me down, knowing that at least one of us is sleeping well is a strange comfort.
I kept having weird half dreams, one about cheese, another about my mum and I going out. I tried to think of relaxing images like the Lake District and being at home, but the more I tried to force sleep, the more it evaded me. In the end I stopped panicking and I fell asleep. Woken up at 8.20 by Lee's alarm. Luckily I went back to sleep until midday.
I'm now watching Sex and the City. Here's to a lazy Sunday and lots and lots of Carrie.