I’m ready to commit myself.
It started with a call after I had fallen asleep. I already knew that George Carlin died today. But this was a long-distance call from an area code back home in Texas. Because a) I was asleep, and b) I didn’t recognize the number, I didn’t take the call. I got a text shortly thereafter about Carlin. I wrote back, “Who is this?” “It’s Jeff.” “K sorry middle of the night for me.”
Anyway, after another text, I was wide-awake. That’s about when the fly/mosquito (I’m still awake battling the fucker, so I’m not sure which it is) started up. A couple of fruitless swats of a magazine later, and I was sleepy. That’s about when a neighbor’s smoke alarm became faulty. Intermittent as all hell.
I haven’t heard the smoke alarm in about fifteen minutes, but I know that bug is waiting for me to turn out the lights.
I’m also waiting for the annoying as piss dogs upstairs to start barking right outside my window. Oh, and just after that, the crazy bitch next door is scheduled to kick off one of her soliloquys.
I was first nodding off around 10:30 p.m. It’s now 3:03 a.m. and I’ve got about 20 minutes cumulative of sleep.
Oh, what a night.