Damn, this wrist rest is cold!

Last night, once again, I was forced to sleep downstairs. It was 10 degrees outside. I thought that today I would be woken by the same rude sounds.

Actually, for some reason, everyone was really polite. I still couldn't sleep as soon as I heard my dad drop the butterknife in the sink, but at least that was better than the last few times I've slept down here.

I'll be sleeping down here again because it's going to be another cold night.

I hope they are as good about my sleep tomorrow like they were today.