The weekend has begun

My five days of nothingness has come round again. Which is something, because I'm in a bad mood.

Both my flatmates have returned. Juan Carlos got back on Monday afternoon and the Canarian got back yesterday afternoon. With JC back, it meant I had to be a bit better at washing up because if I don't do my dishes, he does them for me when he washes his own. With Pablo back... It's been so pleasant without him around (even if the flat did get a bit messy) that now I don't know how I'm going to get used to living with him again. Shit.

It's not that he's a bad guy, he's just got these bloody irritating habits.
a) As soon as he stepped into the flat yesterday, I woke up from my siesta because he'd already started his tuneless singing. There are some people who don't understand tone very well. He doesn't seem to understand it at all which must be a skill in itself.
b) But just to make sure he properly woke me up, he came and knocked on my door. When I didn't answer (because I wanted to keep sleeping), he opened my door and looked in. If I don't answer, it's because I'm not there, or I choose not to answer. Either way, LEAVE MY DOOR ALONE.
c) He looked me up and down, touched my stomach and said 'Looks like you've gained some weight over Christmas eh? Is that a belly you've developed?' I was like 'FUCK. First, don't ever touch me again. Second, you never tell a girl she's gained weight whether you're joking or not.' Of course I didn't say that, because it seemed a bit rude after a month of not seeing him. But honestly, was he born under a rock or something?
d) I went to the last ice hockey match and then we went out afterwards and when I came home, the flat had been cleaned and mopped. Well, it's not like he's got anything better to do with his time.
e) I got up this morning at 7 am because I had to see the Chinese team off at the airport in Bilbao, and he was already up, in the living room watching television. Reading/jogging/painting etc. are hobbies. Watching TV is not. It's a brain-numbing, intelligence-destroying, torpescence-creating pastime. Especially with the shit they have on Spanish TV, which is (if possible) worse than Australia.

And I was looking forward to a peaceful weekend with the flat to myself again because JC's gone back home for the weekend. And they're doing some shit renovation work in the flat next door and they start at 9 am so I can't even sleep in. I am thoroughly PISSED OFF, especially since I've had cumulatively about 12 hours sleep in the last four days. Will repeat, I am PISSED OFF.