The Big Green House

Monday, December 08, 2003

 

No sleep 'til Hammersmith Ballard

I appear to have lost my ability to sleep past 6:30 AM. Regular readers* will recognize the horror inherent in that statement. For those of you just tuning in: I'm at work until 11:30 - 12:00 every night, and usually don't even get into bed until 1:30 or so.

Also lost is my capacity for civil conversation with anyone, including Science Girl. Fortunately for me, she is a patient soul. If she were Catholic, I'm sure she'd be up for beatification at the very least. Being canonized sounds too much like something that happens to stuntmen and circus performers for my taste. Please do not shoot my fiance from a gun. Thank you.

Why yes, I am a little punchy. How could you tell?

So, as I sit here, alternately giggling uncontrollably and jumping down the throats of those unfortunate enough to cross my path this evening, the endless loop of the same hideous "A Billion and One Strings"/Zamfir/ Kenny fuckin' G. Xmas music that crushed my will to live last year Morris dances all over what's left of my one good nerve and makes me want to impale myself on a candy cane.

O peppermint death, where is thy sting?

Then I remember that we've started moving things into Science Manor. I put down the sharpened holiday sweet and picture all of us living under the same roof again. Ahhh. Much better. I sleep so much more soundly when Science Girl is in the bed with me.

Ten minutes later and I'm going through the entire cycle again. That had better not be a false memory I'm having of beer in the fridge, or I will be crying myself to sleep tonight.

*Despite my full and rich fantasy life, I assure you that there are indeed at least two regular readers.

bmarkey 12/08/2003 10:57:00 PM