This is crazy. Its 7 o'clock in the morning and I can't get up and go brush my teeth and have a shower because there's a monk in our kitchen. Its just too early to have to make conversation with a monk.

I'm finding this very stressful. The other day i was watching an old episode of homicide life on the streets when they came home. He asks me what I'm watching. How do you tell a monk that you're watching a show about someone who was autoerotically asphyxiated? You can't. You turn off the tv and go to bed.

On top of this, I can't sleep at night because there's a mouse in the house. I saw it a couple days ago in the kitchen. But we can't kill the mouse because of the monk. Meanwhile I can't sleep because every time I try to fall asleep I think of the mouse that's probably skittling around on the floor. And last night I almost died of thirst because I didn't want to go to the kitchen where I might have a confrontation with the mouse.

In all, between the monk and the mouse, I'm not sure if I'll ever leave my room again.
- posted by Sigurd8/28/2004 07:16:00 AM