Can't sleep. I keep trying. This is the fourth night this week I haven't been able to sleep because of the pain from the pressure behind my eye. The eye hurts, it makes my body hurt, I get nauseated, and then I end up with acid reflux-ish results.
I just can't hack this. The sleep deprivation is making me a rather unpleasant soul. I'm trying to remain perky and happy, but being up at 3:15 in the morning causes me to then ponder the late bills, the unpaid bills, uncertainty... I start to worry about upcoming projects at work. Did I finish this? Did I turn in that?
All those cable channels and there's nothing on at this hour. Nada. Nix.
I would kill for some solid sleep. Seriously.
I fell asleep around 11 tonight, but at 11:45, Mr. College-Sports-Luvin' Doctor Dude upstairs got into a fight with his girlfriend/fiancee/live-in shrew (she is fairly vile and humorless when you run into her in the hallway.) The volume kept rising and rising, and she became massively shrill and freaky at a speed I didn't think humans could speak. By the time he got to screaming "Don't you EVER fucking tell me what to do!" and throwing things on the floor, I took the broom and pounded it so hard on the ceiling, I actually chipped my paint. That was the one and only warning I was willing to give before calling the cops. Fortunately, there was total silence upstairs after I finished pounding. Absolute silence. It was blissful.
Maybe the demonic duo continued to fight by furiously writing notes back and forth. Maybe they were repeatedly giving me the silent finger from upstairs. I don't really give a damn. I was just happy to not have to hear the Fishwife of Bethesda and Dr. Sportz Dude bellowing anymore.
These two remind me rather unpleasantly of my former next-door neighbors who used to fight loudly, but then engage in odd makeup rituals. Really odd makeup rituals... like genital shaving in their kitchen. (Even if you won't admit it, you probably want to know how I know this. Ooooh, these walls are thin. Really, really thin.) Remind me to tell y'all about the naked, shaved, keyless Indian woman in the hallway sometime...
Helluva building I live in, I tell ya.
Okay, it's time to try for a little sleep again. Here's hoping...