Got no sleep last night. Gerry is in Florida, working through New Years.
I am here...coasting along. I do that VERY well, mind you. Very. Well.
I laid in bed last night, hearing every damn noise possible in my empty house and without my dogs there to remind me that they ARE there. Instead, I hear my cat, playing with a water bottle cap. I wake up. Jolt out of sleep. Then I fall back asleep. Have a dream about walking down a steeeep flight of stairs...in the dark...on some kind of building. There is some kind of white elephant game going on with people in the building. I am not a part of it.
Then I wake up again. This time, it's the A/C kicking off and on. Fucking A/C. Off to sleep.
Wait...not yet...someone came home at 2 a.m. and their damn car alarm went off as they were probably trying to lock the car, were drunk, and hit the panic button. Asshole. I know who it was. The stupid-ass across the street who, one night...decided he was going to run back and forth on the street while "In Da Club" played on his car stereo.
What.A.Fag.
Needless to say, I didn't actually fall asleep until about 3:45 or so. I had RLS...bad...kinda like growing pains. That didn't help either. My arms kept falling asleep and my pillow sucks ass. That's it...I'm buying new pillows today. Hell yeah.
Ok, bitch number 2. It's New Year's Eve. I'm not really spending it alone...just with my boy. He'll be out by 8. Wahoo. Perhaps I'll play my Nintendo DS. Have some wine. Take some type of p.m. ish type meds and actually sleep tonight. Who cares about the ball drop. Who cares? I really, honestly...do not give an ounce of shit.
Don't come in and tell me I look "rested" today. I've heard it...and it's bullshit.
I am not rested, I am irritated and could really use a big, fat dose of happy right now. I'm not in the mood to type a divorce decree because some client decided to bring it TODAY. No. I am supposed to go home early. Not work on this shit. I hate decrees. They suck.
Ok, I think I'm done. For now.
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