My good friend's account of me getting angry at noise when I'm trying to sleep. Believe me...it's not pretty. He wrote me this as part of an e-mail from a submarine. I am glad my ridiculousness could give him a bit of joy. More later from me...deadlines are approaching and my time has been spent chained to a desk for the majority of the past weeks.
So I was laying in my rack (that's "submarine" for bed) this morning listening to my navigator bang stuff around our stateroom trying to "get work done" when a vision came to me: picture a rather attractive woman, educated, well balanced, rather mild tempered (from what I remember) storming out into her living room at around ass crack in the morning yielding a broom like a butter churn, flailing it wildly at the ceiling desperately trying to produce some noise louder than a fly swatter slap in order to get the heavy construction rigs drilling through the walls somewhere in the building to notice that they are pissing her off. I laughed so hard I felt like I was going to split my side.
So I was laying in my rack (that's "submarine" for bed) this morning listening to my navigator bang stuff around our stateroom trying to "get work done" when a vision came to me: picture a rather attractive woman, educated, well balanced, rather mild tempered (from what I remember) storming out into her living room at around ass crack in the morning yielding a broom like a butter churn, flailing it wildly at the ceiling desperately trying to produce some noise louder than a fly swatter slap in order to get the heavy construction rigs drilling through the walls somewhere in the building to notice that they are pissing her off. I laughed so hard I felt like I was going to split my side.
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