Alright, a bit of backstory...on nights when I don't have to get up in the morning I'll lay in bed and watch a DVD before trying to sleep, it's nice and relaxing, just kinda brings me down, and I usually fall asleep quite quickly afterwards.
Anyway, last night, I'm lying in bed watching WrestleMania XX, it's 2:30ish, and I hear a knock on my door and some mumbling, I say, "Wha?" and get some more mumbling...right, whatever, back to my video.
'Bout half an hour later dad basically kicks my door open and starts ranting, as he's wont to do, "HRAMFGHRAMFGHRAMFG I NEED MY SLEEP HRAMFG HRAMFG HRAMFG SECOND NIGHT IN A ROW HRAMFGHRAMFGHRAMFG KEEP IT UP AND YOU'RE OUTTA THIS HOUSE!" To which I reply, as I always do when he threatens to kick me out (this has to be at least the twelfth time, by the way), with a sarcastic, "Yeah..."
"Yeah!" he says, still trying to be intimidating.
So I shut my DVD player off, Benoit had just won the main event anyway (Sorry, spoiler alert...two and a half years after the fact...), I watch my lava lamp for a while, and go to sleep.
Here's the thing, though...if this was really the "second night in a row" that I'd awakened him...why didn't he say AAAAANYTHING about it yesterday? If he'd just brought it up to me, said something like, "Hey, last night I heard you watching your dvd, try to keep it down" I woulda said, "Oh, sorry, I'll be sure to watch the volume..."
Whatever...I need to get the fuck out of this house...
- Tags:dad, life
- Music:Hall and Oates - She's a Maniac