It's weird. Other than saying "Thank you" and "Where is the ___..." to store clerks, the only person I've spoken with all week is my sister Betsi, and that has been in small, 5 or 10 minute increments, once a day. It's been very zen, and yet, very disjointed. I feel very separated from the rest of the world right now.
Last night, I tried desparately to sleep, but couldn't. Amazingly, the Ambien didn't help at all. And, after the mouse woke me up, I was awake, stuck watching that vile Scarlet Letter abomination with Demi Moore until 4:30 or so. It's already midnight and I'm tired, yet very fully awake. I have to stop letting myself take a short nap in the afternoon. Maybe that will help me get tired enough to really sleep at night.
I think I may aim to stay awake and away from the computer all day tomorrow. I have two freebie movie tickets that expire next week. Maybe I'll go see something mindless tomorrow, like Sahara. I won a pass to see Kung Fu Hustle tonight, but, strangely, my printer died in the middle of printing the pass and thus ended my chop sockey comedy dreams for the evening. Just as well, perhaps. Taking recent events into consideration, maybe a comedy featuring a whole lotta axes would have just brought on flashbacks...
Dang - one of the neighbors has some horribly croupy cough. Poor bastard. Sounds like he has the plague. (Aaaaarg - maybe he DOES have the plague. Everything comes back to the flippin' rodents, doesn't it???)