Guests from Hell

You would think that paying 1/3 of the rent would give me some rights.

Like a right to sleep in my bedroom in some sort of peace and quiet.

Last night – the night before work – at 1am Sam comes home with not one but two friends.

The friends decide to watch TV at loud volume in the room next door – knowing the TV backs up onto the door into my room.

Then, in a wonderful display of sharing and caring, they begin to bonk at about 2am. On our couch, mind you.

The same couch I sit on to watch Seinfeld re-runs each night.

Great.