I'm exhausted and PMS-y and every second muscle hurts from moving large bits of furniture around for little brother's room. I want to lie down in a dark corner somewhere and sleep the day away, but my own room is occupied by painters and carpenters and workers who, for lack of anything better to do until the cement supplies arrive, are sprawled on my tile floor.

There has to be a couch unoccupied somewhere in the damn house...