I did not sleep at all last night. At all. It is 603am. I waited until 6am to get out of bed. Because of the “death hour”. Last post i discussed some of the non-trivial reasons Ive been away, so let’s dedicate this post to something more familiar. Things that make a crse crazy in the night. Or another installment of “what goes on in the mind of a slightly off-balance insomniac in the dead of winter”
– Ill start with “the death hour”. SCAREDY CAT WARNING: IF YOU DON’T LIKE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU GO STRAIGHT TO THE NEXT SLASH. You all know I love my boss Lonnie Manko. I am not at liberty to discuss why the show “paranormal state” drew her attention (well I probably am but this am I feel mysterious) but she shared it with us one day at work a few weeks ago. Those who know me well would not for a minute, nay- for even a mili-second think that I would watch this show. (Did I ever post about the “blair crse project?” remind me friends…) Still she innocently shared a piece of alarming information with me. Apparently the hour between three am and four am is the darkest time of the night for all things spooky. I refuse to elaborate more than that. Why? because I cannot leave my room/pee in my bathroom/look at the clock/emerge from a bastardized attempt at sight and sound-proofing through blankets during this hour. As well you can imagine, this is pure insomniacal hell. I am pretty sure Lonnie M. is not happy to know this either although she is somewhat braver than me.
-“what would you do if your son was at home cryin’ all alone on the bedroom floor cuz he’s hungry and the only way to feed him is to sleep with a man for a little bit of money” I HAVE to remember to not start singing that around Norm. Did we handle the Jamie Lynn Spears thing correctly? Man Im so glad we got the satellite radio. It’s so awesome. I need to clean my car.
-The medical cycle. This goes something like “I need to find a dentist. I wonder if I have that gum disease that eats bones away and now I won’t be able to get dentures. I really don’t know how I feel about my new dr. I should switch before it goes any further between us. But Moe really likes her. And she did that blood test in her office. Should I get the boys tested for lead? I hate to put them through that. I still owe co-pays on Turnip’s birthing bills.”
-Needless to say, this leads to The financial cycle. “I need to call the student loan people. What will I tell them. I really don’t feel obligated to pay the damn mafioso dentist. Will we ever get our finances straightened out? I really need to invest in another toothbrush. Maybe I will buy the mean green machine tomorrow. We need a larger george foreman grill. We are better than this.”
– I wonder if Im bi-polar. Would my therapist tell me if I was? I think Im going to ask her.
– Could I redecorate the house in a completely low impact way? Do they sell “healthy” paint at lowe’s?
– I think I need to cut my losses on the lost adderall prescription. I go for a med-check next Tuesday. I am going to try to eke by on day meds, old straterra and the 60 mgs I have left. (Im saving those for this thursday. We have a special meeting.)
-Man my hands were cold today. I really want the carpal tunnel surgery but what will I do with myself if I cant play video games or write?
– I wonder why the turnip never says he loves us. Did we do something to make him so emotionally unavailable or did something happen in his past life?
– I am worried Norm is getting a kind of goth streak. He is really into the mourning aspects of death (BTW we no longer have a gerbil)
– WillyWonka WillyWonka. Man I wish Norm liked that movie.
– How the hell could I miss Rambo’s birthday? I talked about it for five solid days? Why must I suck?
– (Im leaving the mind ramble format to share here for a minute folks, I didn’t know how to put this in mind ramble form)Here is the thing about my hair cut. I was feeling incredibly insecure about it but lately Im feeling better about it. Why? Well you would think it was because of the millions of people that i like and trust telling me they really like it and that it looks nice. But no. It’s not because of that. I’m very very ashamed to admit this but it’s because an older single bloated creepy guy who Im fairly certain was arrested (although not convicted) on sex charges in the late 90s who happens to work with us (Lonnie DID NOT hire him. I feel compelled to tell people this) told me it was “cute”. Now why is this significant? I will tell you why. Because he is a lewd creepy guy, if he found it to be a non-descript soccer mom cut he would have called it “nice”. Calling it cute made it sound well…fashionable. And I feel ashamed of myself friends. Especially in regards to my real-time friends who have also called it “cute” and “nice” and (in a little grateful shout-out to Spike) “a lot better”. It’s not that I didn’t believe you all but there was something to having the creepy guy accept my hair that validated me in a way that nothing else did. I don’t know what that says about me but it’s probably not good. Well…Im pretty sure it’s not good at all.
ok I think Im going to email rambo a birthday wish and do some work now. It’s kind of good to be back.