I have some friends that are renting a room from me. They fell on hard times and I couldn’t in all conscience allow them to end up on the streets. I love them dearly, but they are driving me fucking crazy in one area. The fighting. It wouldn’t be so bad, if it wasn’t always first thing in the fucking morning. So I end up awake earlier then I want to be and leave the house till they are done. I end up at Starbucks for coffee and a muffin or a breakfast sandwich and stay there for at least an hour.
Being run out of my own home is getting old. I am going to have to talk to them about this shit. I love Starbucks, but spending that much time there is annoying. I know that I shouldn’t leave the house when they start. I should ask them to take it elsewhere, but I would rather not interfere. I am however, left with no choice but to sit them down and talk with them. I think I will do that tonight. I am too agitated this morning. Now my day has begun badly and I am really not happy about that. I usually am in a good mood in the mornings.