I slept for an hour last night. Then I woke up for an hour. Then I slept for an hour. I’ve been awake ever since. I wouldn’t mind so much if today were Saturday. I could go back to bed and sleep 'til noon. But it’s a work day. I thought about calling in sick, but there’s a program I need to finish. My sister is going to phone me at work today. I have to run an errand in Norwalk. Maybe I’ll go in early and leave early.
Oh, well. At least I came up with a solution to that program and e-mailed it to my computer at work.
OK, I’m declaring an orange alert for the greater LA area today, beginning about 3 PM local time until whenever Johnny checks in from home and says he made it.
And also an APB - All Dopers: Be on the lookout for a white male, approximately 30-35 years in age, laying on the side of the road next to a crashed motorcycle. Distinguishing marks will be lots of roadrash and suspect making snoring sounds. If spotted, do not approach, unless you have lots of Bactine!
Gah - last night i stayed at a friends house so that she wasn’t alone but we didn’t get to sleep until it was really late and i can’t sleep well in other people houses and she has a satanic cat. Anyway, i had to leave after only a few hours sleep and go into school to do some bloody chemistry revision. I’m so tired that I’m shaking all over and my dad drank all the coffee.
Okay, I think we need to hear more about the satanic cat. And watch yer phraseology–looks like your dad drank all the coffee BECAUSE you’re so tired. Which would be mean.
I hate that cat. Last time i stayed there i decided that i didn’t want it in the house, it was always jumping out from behind stuff and sitting on the chair with me (it knows i don’t like that). I thought it might be safer outside with the cows because i was likely to kill it so i threw it out of the front door and locked it along with the back door. Any normal cat would give up and roam about a bit. Anyway, i was sitting in the living room watching tv when i glanced over to the big glass door on the other side of the room and it was just sitting there, looking at me. Fair enough i thought, i’d just chucked this thing out of the cosy house in the middle of an English winter. So what did the bloody thing go and do?? In the middle of the night it somehow appeared out of nowhere and woke me up by jumping on my legs and just stayed there staring at me. Bollocks if i know how it got in, i checked all of the windows after that and my friend swears she didn’t let it in, she fell asleep before i did and it takes a lot to wake her. It does it all the time, Somehow it manages to jump (or something) from the ground up to the window ledge on the third floor. How the hell does it get up the side of the house?? Bloody cats.
I apologise for the rant, that was quite long wasn’t it.
And as for the coffee, he probably did.
Sweet Zombie Jesus! I hate those freeways! The 5 and the 10 have too many trucks and too-narrow lanes. More than once I was unable to squeeze through. But I made it home in one piece.
Johnny, insomnia sucks. Does this happen often? I ask because I had insomnia for, oh, a decade, and I’ve got some tricks for kicking it if you need 'em. Otherwise, I advise keeping some Tylenol PM in the house for just such emergencies.
When you get home, do NOT take a nap. Repeat, do NOT take a nap. Go to bed waaaaaaaaay early if you have to, but if you nap, you’ll just be back in the same position you were in last night.
It doesn’t happen very often. Maybe a couple of nights a year. I went to bed at nine last night, and just got out of bed at seven. So I’ve slept for ten hours.
