Well, that's what insomnia looks like in a normal, tidy house with no pets and an attractive woman with normal hair.
This is what insomnia looks like in my house:
I share my bed with a cat, a dog, various dog toys, a book, at least one pair of glasses, and then there's the hair. (THE HAIR. I could write an entire blog post about the hair. But, I digress.) So you'd think that there's a lot that I could occupy myself with when insomnia strikes. Like that glass of wine on the night stand. Turns out, not so much.
On those occasions when I can't sleep, it seems that my neurons are determined to have one of those tequila parties where, when you clean up the next day, you find someone's bra under the kitchen table, miniature marshmallows everywhere, and that someone has drawn a moustache on the cat with a Sharpie. They (the neurons) drunkenly skitter through all the sensory input of the day (and with the internet and Netflix, there's a lot of input) and compose a list of random thoughts with which to torment me.
Like last night -- here's a running commentary of what was going through my head:
- At work, I think I'm parking next to a crack house.
- Sketchy neighbourhood? Check. Sketchy house? Double-check. Sketchy-looking people coming and going all the time? Check. Check. Check.
- If it isn't a crack house, what else could it be?
- I heard about pizza in Vancouver that's drizzled with marijuana oil. To quote my friend Sasha, "Munchies: the problem and the solution all wrapped up in ooey gooey goodness. Duuude." But, wouldn't this just be a self-perpetuating rollercoaster? Eat the pizza, get the munchies, eat more pizza, get more munchies. I guess as business plans go, you could do worse.
- Maybe it isn't a crack house. Maybe it's a.....I don't know. Craps game? Bible study? Recurring Pampered Chef party?
- If I could create one piece of legislation, it would be to institute jail time for not returning your shopping cart to the shopping-cart corral at the grocery store. Criminalize selfish laziness, I always say.
- Beards without moustaches. I don't get those. I don't get those at all. Seriously, who thinks those look attractive? I mean unless you're Amish,
or Captain Ahab,
or Abraham Lincoln.
Why bother? And even he would have looked better if he'd added a moustache. See?
Debonair, right?
- Do cats have the capacity for sarcasm?
- Did I close the garage door?
- Poutine. I want some. But at 2:43 a.m. it's not going to happen. Peanut butter on crackers is a REALLY SUCKY substitute.
- Wait, I think I fell asleep there for a minute. CRAP, I just thought too loud and woke myself up.
Eventually, of course, I do fall asleep. Usually about half an hour before the alarm goes off and I have to get up and get ready for work. And parking next to the crack house.
None of those beards would look good WITH a moustache, in my opinion. My ex-boyfriend was bearded and moustacheless for a while (not on purpose, the lip part just didn't grow as well), but it was a short, neat, reddish-blonde beard (my friend did call it an Amish farmer beard) and I thought it was quite nice.
ReplyDeleteI've been waking up at four a.m. and unable to get back to sleep. It sucks. I used to live across an alley from a crackhouse. At least there was always something to do if you were up at four in the morning.
Well, you can't fault someone for looking unintentionally Amish, and if it was well-groomed and cute...sorry, still doesn't do it for me. Glad that you liked it though. :)
DeletePart of the crack house burned down (it's a triplex), but it seems like the business moved to the less singed and still inhabited part of the building. I wouldn't want to be there at 4 a.m.
The neurons. Oh gawd the neurons. Why they insist on doing that at 3am and refuse to fire at 3pm is an unpoetic injustice worthy of... um, I don't know how to finish that sentence. But 10 bucks says I'll know at 3am.
ReplyDeleteAnd as business plans go it is FREAKING BRILLIANT. The place also lets you light-up your medicinally-necessaries. Consider: your average bar has to buy the peanuts to stimulate your thirst. Here the customers DO THAT FOR YOU. And for everyone else within breathing distance, medical permit or not.
Apparently, the owner knows his Vancouver demographic well. I don't know if the business plan is reproducible in, say, Edmonton, or Regina.
DeleteAnd I know what you mean about 3 a.m. vs 3 p.m. Above is how my brain works at 3 a.m. 3 p.m.? It's like this:
*crickets*
Like Sasha, I'd really like to know why my brain works overtime at 3 am, but turns off at 3 pm?
ReplyDeleteReally, I think perimenopause is criminal.
Maybe we should be working at night and sleeping during the day. That might fit in with the diurnal cycles of your students anyway. :)
DeleteMy Beloved also suffers from insomnia, but she blames it (mostly) on my snoring. As the owner of a full set, I agree that the moustache is an essential adornment when wearing a beard. Ahab just looked mad.
ReplyDeleteCats do sarcasm quite well, but they completely miss the point when the try for Irony.
Maybe your suspicious crack house is really a portal for a time-travelling tourist service.
TSB! I missed this when you posted. I'm glad you have a moustache as well as a beard. I'd hate to be picturing you as an Amish Kiwi. Yuck. The crack house is slated for demolition, so I will be parking next to a more respectable, yet much less interesting, building in the future.
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