right now there are four teenage boys sleeping on the floor of my new home in los angeles...(and one of them really snores!) -- they strolled in last night at about 1 a.m. on this, the last leg of their cross-country drive from catonsville, maryland to santa barbara, california...
without eating, drinking or even peeing, these four old neighbors of mine hit the wooden floor of this 1907 cottage with an array of blankets and pillows and, bam, they were out...they're still out (and my cat keeps walking in between their splayed bodies)
i can't make a move without waking all of them; that's how small this place is...i'm trapped, trapped like a rat i tells ya, in my own house! WAKE UP!!~
