Normally I lay my head each night upon a pillow of broken dreams. Tonight I laid it one thin wall away from a man whose snoring is so loud the tepid liquid in my bedside beer trembles each time this unseen monster inhales. I mean, this dude is amazing.I finally stripped the sheets from my real bed and took refuge on the pull-out sofa in the living room, only to be jolted awake by the fridge kicking into overdrive around 3:30 in the morning.
To make matter worse, the entire suite smells like Mongolian Beef gone bad. And gas.
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