So I thought I was angry/annoyed before. But boy was I wrong in thinking it couldn’t get worse. It came to a head last night and I ended up calling John in tears long after I went to bed and should have been sleeping. I put in almost 12 hours at work (we had a seminar) and was sick. I’ve been fighting a bug for the past few days. I come home, get ready for bed early and lay down to talk to John. Well, music starts pumping from a roommates room, no problem as it’s not 11 yet. I’m just a loser who goes to bed early sometimes…especially when…