Warren has the radio blaring in the kitchen, and I can hear it in my room. I kind of wish he'd turn it off, as I've got a headache and find both the headache and radio non-condusive to sleep.
I woke up about the time I'd normally be leaving for the shift, so I made myself a light dinner of potato-cheddar pierogies and a ginger-potato paratha. It hit the spot and eased my stomach.
Now I need to konk but can't. Grrrf.