I’m having trouble sleeping again. I was tossing and turning upstairs a while ago thinking about some random things, and as I sometimes do, I decided since I wasn’t sleeping anyway I may as well come down here and look up some of the random things. A week or so ago, that’s how I ended up reading about DIY silk-screening at three in the morning. Tonight I was looking up airports.
And I didn’t turn any lights on downstairs, and holy crap Abby just scared the everloving hell out of me with her scary amber eyes glowing in the dark. I believe she may be possessed. I also think she has OCD, but that’s a post for another day.
I don’t feel sick anymore, but I still have a pesky sore throat and I’m coughing at night, which may be one reason why I’m not sleeping. That sucks. I wish it would go away already.
I have a parking space. It says THE FOREST 43. That’s me. I would like to find a way to create a force field around THE FOREST 43 so that my car can park there just fine, but when other cars try to park there, they burst into flames and then disappear so I don’t have a charred hunk of mess blocking up my spot.
Other people park in my spot a lot, especially during the day when I come home for lunch. They like to go to McDonald’s and get food and then park in my damn spot and eat it. This means they’re usually sitting in the car when I pull up and park in the visitor spot next to it, and I guess I could be an assertive adult and ask them politely to move, but I’d much rather shoot passive-aggressive mind bullets of fury at them while parking in the visitor spot.
Tonight when I got home from work, some jackass had parked his car across THE FOREST 43 as well as half of the visitor spot next to it. I don’t know what the hell he was doing, but he had both the driver and the passenger side doors wide open, so I had to park in my next-door neighbor’s visitor spot and I was PISSED. I actually came very close to saying something today but when I got out, there was a little toddler-type person in his car and I thought maybe there was something wrong with the car, I dunno. Perhaps I’m a psycho, but when someone else is just chilling in my parking space, I feel like they may as well be sitting on my patio drinking my beer when I get home.
I wouldn’t mind ranting for an hour about how Dreamhost pooped all over my website YET AGAIN, but that’s boring and you don’t want to read about it. Sorry for the downtime. I’ve tried to be patient with Dreamhost lately – I understand some of the problems are completely beyond their control – but I’m really starting to lose patience with this.
And on that high note, I think I’m going to crawl upstairs and try out the whole sleep thing again. Wish me luck!
2 Replies to “fitter happier”
You’ve got beer? 6 of those will help you sleep.
get on it.
The parking note reminds me that we need a National Punching Squad (NPS) to take care of that behavior. Especially the people who park across spots.
Or you should be free to key the side of one car every year for committing this act.
Caught part of THE SECRET OF MY SUCCESS on one of the 8000 HBO channels on my friends’ cable this morning. The ’80s were hilarious. I’m not going to say I miss them, I mean, c’mon, let’s move forward people!, but they were really funny.
I’ve no advice for insomnia other than “Go with it.” I do.