Sleep is like a Shel Silverstein poem, but I don’t know which one.
August 2nd, 2010
This is what a typical night of sleep is like for me:
-Wake up because a fire truck is on its way somewhere
-Wake up because someone is talking too loudly across a parking lot to someone else
-Wake up because a garbage truck is backing up
-Wake up because an ambulance is next door
-Wake up because someone’s blaring a religious speech in their car speakers
-Wake up because someone is blaring music in their car speakers
-Wake up because it’s too hot because I closed the window to shut out the noise
-Wake up because the cat just jumped on the bed from the dresser
I went tubing for 2 1/2 hours in the Cannon River yesterday. I never thought lounging in the water for that amount of time could wear me out. I knew I wouldn’t recover. I don’t have kids, but I imagine it’s a lot like this, only worse. I don’t know how you people do it.
We don’t have a lease, but the rent is cheap, and I’m still over my head in what I owe. What makes this easier to get through is knowing that there will be a day when it is over, and then I can rest.
Until then, beeeeeeepbeeeeeeepbeeeeeepXXchunkachunkawhirrrwhirrrrwhirrrrrr!beeeyoooobeyoooobeyoooo