Rough Morning

OK, so after a good night of carbombs, fireworks, foosball, darts, and general carousing I was a bit tired this morning at approximately 7:00 AM. I was, however, up at that moment as Tora had just left for ski practice and I was trying to recover some fluids by putting down a few glasses of water. As soon as I climbed back in bed though, I hear pounding and yelling coming from the other room. I was tempted to ignore it but what the hell i was up so i went to check on the problem. There is some completely random kid at the glass door to the townhouse trying to get in and yelling something incomprehensible. Biggs of course is sleeping soundly three feet from the door on the couch. I opened the door thinking that maybe this deranged kid was an old friend of Biggs or something. This guy quite boldly walks right by me ignoring my inquiries and sits right down on the chair. Right then was when I realized that I was in trouble. Let me describe him. Keep in mind that he was just outside in probably 10 degree weather. He was wearing a button down shirt and jeans, he had one sock and no shoes. He also appeared to be covered in blood at first glance. I realized eventually that this was just marker though, thankfully. I decided that I needed Biggs help as Biggs is huge and a pretty capable guy. When Biggs finally woke up and realized what was going on he helped me get this random dude out of the chair. We were both trying to convince him that he had the wrong townhouse but having absolutely no success. Now that he was standing though he realized that no one was currently on the couch. He immediately dove right on. Biggs and I let out a groan. The dude is a bit more awake now and arguing with us. He quickly came to the realization that Biggs and I did not actually live in this townhouse either. He was then not going anywhere, as we obviously had no right to kick him out. So I wake Ian up to kick this guy out and he finally realized that this was not in fact the townhouse he had meant to go to. He was quite apologetic and as soon as we got him out the door we saw the townhouse he had left with the door wide open. Whhhheeeeww. That was tough. So I just climb back into bed again when BEEEP BEEEP my phone rings. Poor Tora was having trouble with her coach and couldn't go to the practice that day. Then I was so worked up that her coach was a dick that I couldn't sleep for like another hour. Needless to say we both had a rough morning.