grumble

A rough night. One of those 'can't sleep, every frickin' sound burrows into your brain and bounces around mercilessly, swearing under your breath, so frustrated/tired/angry that you are nearly in tears' nights. One of those nights where you lie there, desperately needing peace and quiet and the rest it would give, but the bastard night conspires against you. So you sit, you lie, you toss, you turn, you fume and fuss and fidget, jamming pillows tightly over your head and eyes and ears, pulling the blankets up, then kicking them off, then dragging them back up again, until hallelujah, miracle of miracles, you start drifting off and drifting away...only to be jolted back again by some mumblegrumble or other, and it starts

all

over

again.