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why must half my posts be about things keeping me from a good night's sleep? *weep, weep*
thursday night i got about 4 hours of sleep. i'd gone to bed around 10:30, with a voicemail to peter saying he could call me on my cell if he wanted during his drive home from work. (he'd worked from 8am-11pm, and i figired he might want to vent.) around 3am, i rolled over in bed, and as i started to drift off again i realized that my cell phone hadn't rung all night. hmmmm. i tossed and turned for about an hour, wondering why he hadn't called... and of course my mind started playing the disaster movie that is my imagination. maybe he was in a car accident... maybe something happened to one of the kids... eek. so at 4am i decided to get up and fire up my computer... he usually sends me a yahoo IM or an e-mail or something before bed, so i'd be able to see it and know he was okay, and then go back to sleep.
but there was nothing. no YIM, no e-mail, no post on LJ, and no voicemail... which is very unlike him. so now i was wide awake, wondering if he was okay. it's such an awful feeling, not knowing if a person you care about is safe or not... you know they probably are, and you'll feel silly once you hear from them, but in the meantime there's that little "what if". and of course, in this case, it was fine... he didn't call because he didn't want to wake me, and he didn't post or IM because he was so tired when he got home. but it meant that, like an idiot, i robbed myself of yet another full night's sleep.
last night it was the students. it seems we have some in our building this year. and they happen to be directly under me, 2 stories down... but the 2 stories don't matter much when 1. it's an old building with thin walls and 2. they have their windows open 3. which is broadcasting the back-to-school beer bash of the century. when i was walking home from the movies last night, i could hear it a block away. they kept it going until 3am... and the thing is, i can sleep through pretty much everything, loud music and whooping included... but the songs they played! argh! all those stupid party songs that you can't get out of your head for days! "i will survive"... "rock lobster"... screamed by like 30 people. you get the idea. i'd try to drift off, and my brain would just latch on to the lyrics as they blared out the window:
go on now, go
walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore...
*sigh* it's going to be a long school year.
the evening wasn't a total bust though... i went out with the ex and his friends to see the director's cut of "donnie darko". it was really good, a little more literal than the original release but still worth watching. and that damn bunny suit still freaked me out. *chortle* and it was nice to see everyone... i didn't think things would be uncomfortable, but you never know. we had all made plans to see this months ago, before the breakup... and they'd been asking to see me again, which was sweet. so we saw the movie, went out for a beer afterwards, and i got to end the evening with another nice chat with peter. (before i went to bed listening to "american idol" raging below me all night.)
on tap for today: work out, go to a BBQ later in the afternoon, maybe try to put this damn ikea sofa together finally so i don't have a big box in the middle of my living room anymore. woo.
thursday night i got about 4 hours of sleep. i'd gone to bed around 10:30, with a voicemail to peter saying he could call me on my cell if he wanted during his drive home from work. (he'd worked from 8am-11pm, and i figired he might want to vent.) around 3am, i rolled over in bed, and as i started to drift off again i realized that my cell phone hadn't rung all night. hmmmm. i tossed and turned for about an hour, wondering why he hadn't called... and of course my mind started playing the disaster movie that is my imagination. maybe he was in a car accident... maybe something happened to one of the kids... eek. so at 4am i decided to get up and fire up my computer... he usually sends me a yahoo IM or an e-mail or something before bed, so i'd be able to see it and know he was okay, and then go back to sleep.
but there was nothing. no YIM, no e-mail, no post on LJ, and no voicemail... which is very unlike him. so now i was wide awake, wondering if he was okay. it's such an awful feeling, not knowing if a person you care about is safe or not... you know they probably are, and you'll feel silly once you hear from them, but in the meantime there's that little "what if". and of course, in this case, it was fine... he didn't call because he didn't want to wake me, and he didn't post or IM because he was so tired when he got home. but it meant that, like an idiot, i robbed myself of yet another full night's sleep.
last night it was the students. it seems we have some in our building this year. and they happen to be directly under me, 2 stories down... but the 2 stories don't matter much when 1. it's an old building with thin walls and 2. they have their windows open 3. which is broadcasting the back-to-school beer bash of the century. when i was walking home from the movies last night, i could hear it a block away. they kept it going until 3am... and the thing is, i can sleep through pretty much everything, loud music and whooping included... but the songs they played! argh! all those stupid party songs that you can't get out of your head for days! "i will survive"... "rock lobster"... screamed by like 30 people. you get the idea. i'd try to drift off, and my brain would just latch on to the lyrics as they blared out the window:
go on now, go
walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore...
*sigh* it's going to be a long school year.
the evening wasn't a total bust though... i went out with the ex and his friends to see the director's cut of "donnie darko". it was really good, a little more literal than the original release but still worth watching. and that damn bunny suit still freaked me out. *chortle* and it was nice to see everyone... i didn't think things would be uncomfortable, but you never know. we had all made plans to see this months ago, before the breakup... and they'd been asking to see me again, which was sweet. so we saw the movie, went out for a beer afterwards, and i got to end the evening with another nice chat with peter. (before i went to bed listening to "american idol" raging below me all night.)
on tap for today: work out, go to a BBQ later in the afternoon, maybe try to put this damn ikea sofa together finally so i don't have a big box in the middle of my living room anymore. woo.
