To sleep, perchance to dream...

Right. This is getting ridiculous. It has been a month since I saw Ju-on 2 and I'm still having nightmares. Up until about 6 years ago I never talked in my sleep and since then I've woken myself (and whoever else was in the room with me) by shouting or moaning, about once every 6 months. Last night, it was the word "Toshio" which woke me, so yeah, the dream was a real corker.

Then, at 4.30, there was a god almighty crash in our apartment, which woke us both up with a "what the fuck was that"? Turns out a water bottle had fallen into the kitchen sink. How it managed to just fall into the kitchen sink, is anyone's guess, but at least it wasn't our little blue friend whacking his (dead) head on the floor.

In fact, our apaato has been creeping us out a bit lately. Its a cacophony of little sounds - scrapes, rattles, knocks and wheezes, compounded by the fact that our walls are a mite thicker than heavy cardboard, so next-door's noises, sound like they're coming from inside our heads. And don't even start Matt on the ominous black marks mysteriously appearing on the walls (dry rot, anybody???)

It is bliss having one deaf ear. Honestly. If someone came up to me and said there was a miraculous new operation I could have so I could hear again from that ear, I would howl in protest. "No frikkin way", I would cry, "get that scalpel away from me!" It's sooooo handy to block out late-night stomach rumbles, Kayako's creaking, and Matt's snores, all in one shift of pillow-sides. Lovely, really.

Now if only that dead little Toshio fucker would just get out of my head, my sleep would be the sleep of angels.