Well...
It is a deep subject.
I slept like a regular baby Tuesday night from about 11:00 PM until 6:00 AM Wednesday and then took a much needed nap to get over it from 8:00 AM to 10:00 AM. Funny thing about my sleeping pattern -- is it just as screwy as everything else in my life.
Unfortunately, I have been awake since Wednesday at 10:00 AM and it is now Friday at a little past 7:00 PM. So, I'm in desperate need of sleep and because of a debacle at Wendy's over the Hamburger that loves me, I am probably several hours away from slumber yet again tonight...assuming I sleep at all...now that I know I am being hunted like Bambi's mother.
I wonder if he'll shoot an arrow into the siding with the crossbow like he did at the Beach in May. That was an interesting divot in the drywall. I'm sure someone besides me noticed that -- when the paint was going on in the upstairs Master last month. I heard it hit. It was a couple of days prior to that situation I never want to think about again in my life. And, that my friends, is all I have to say about that.
Anyway. I really did have every intention of sleeping last night. I was too wound up to sleep and listened to music and took a shower and did all the meditation I could sit through and decided to attack the Boards. Knocked out a few locations. Bored myself silly with Facebook videos and simply could not sleep. I blamed it on the iced tea and coffee I've been imbibing for the last couple of days.
I have got to lay off the stuff.
I'm beginning to have arrhythmia again.
At about 3 AM I started researching Medicine as I had a little stroke of insight into DTaP and Novel Coronavirus. By 6 AM I was holding my peace as the world woke up. Still going strong, I tackled the Boards again and worked on a total of about 40 cases within the last 24 hours. Intermittently, I cleaned and ate and went through a utility and about a half a pot of coffee.
So, this has been a productive day.
Still, I wonder...
Now, I know Snoopy is the kind of guy who uses entrapment. I knew this from way back on New Year's Eve 2017 when something was conveniently stashed in my glove box to be delivered after the pictures were taken -- and that lousy flashlight was in my face as Snoopy tried to simultaneously blind me -- and his partner reached into my car and took whatever contraband was in my glove box out of it. I knew something was up -- but, as usual, it was in the dream state that I remembered the more pressing details.
I really wish they had sent someone other than that particular LEO to check on me on April 1st the following year. I was so ready to go in. I needed to see my Doc. But, I already had enough reasons to run as it was. I certainly didn't need the scare tactic as I made that move. Then he encouraged me to stop reaching out to the needy at a traffic signal. Ok, I moved along. I just wonder how many more thousands of SSA dollars his landlord has bilked him out of since that fateful conversation. I pray none.
In other news, I believe I have found the correct Doctor to replace my Endocrinologist. I have met someone I truly appreciate musically. And I have finally made the connection between a 2005 dead end ghosting experience to a current predicament that seems to have no lead strings to unravel the complexities of the Worlds Largest Ball of Sting (Yes...Sting in this case.) It is an Interpersonal Conundrum -- both of professional and of personal -- Ethics at this point. I pray someone comes through with garden shears and makes a pile of silly string out of my heart strings and my piano strings..not to mention all the other strings in the String Theory that comprises my current Quantum reality.
Which is leaving me in quite the quandary.
I have been under Surveillance most of the day and I fear it will be all Observation tonight...and possibly overlap...which really burns my biscuits cause I need sleep -- more than I need a Doctor or a LEO or a PI or a Sweetheart or Recreational Therapy -- or anything else at the moment.
So, for my favorite guy in the Universe, thank you, but pull Cupid's Daddy off my case. Move me into passive Surveillance if you have, too, and remember that I realize this is all cloak-n-dagger without the Emperor's New Clothes or the KNAVES.
I just need some damn sleep.
Signing off...
I hope for at least 20 minutes...
~B
I slept like a regular baby Tuesday night from about 11:00 PM until 6:00 AM Wednesday and then took a much needed nap to get over it from 8:00 AM to 10:00 AM. Funny thing about my sleeping pattern -- is it just as screwy as everything else in my life.
Unfortunately, I have been awake since Wednesday at 10:00 AM and it is now Friday at a little past 7:00 PM. So, I'm in desperate need of sleep and because of a debacle at Wendy's over the Hamburger that loves me, I am probably several hours away from slumber yet again tonight...assuming I sleep at all...now that I know I am being hunted like Bambi's mother.
I wonder if he'll shoot an arrow into the siding with the crossbow like he did at the Beach in May. That was an interesting divot in the drywall. I'm sure someone besides me noticed that -- when the paint was going on in the upstairs Master last month. I heard it hit. It was a couple of days prior to that situation I never want to think about again in my life. And, that my friends, is all I have to say about that.
Anyway. I really did have every intention of sleeping last night. I was too wound up to sleep and listened to music and took a shower and did all the meditation I could sit through and decided to attack the Boards. Knocked out a few locations. Bored myself silly with Facebook videos and simply could not sleep. I blamed it on the iced tea and coffee I've been imbibing for the last couple of days.
I have got to lay off the stuff.
I'm beginning to have arrhythmia again.
At about 3 AM I started researching Medicine as I had a little stroke of insight into DTaP and Novel Coronavirus. By 6 AM I was holding my peace as the world woke up. Still going strong, I tackled the Boards again and worked on a total of about 40 cases within the last 24 hours. Intermittently, I cleaned and ate and went through a utility and about a half a pot of coffee.
So, this has been a productive day.
Still, I wonder...
Now, I know Snoopy is the kind of guy who uses entrapment. I knew this from way back on New Year's Eve 2017 when something was conveniently stashed in my glove box to be delivered after the pictures were taken -- and that lousy flashlight was in my face as Snoopy tried to simultaneously blind me -- and his partner reached into my car and took whatever contraband was in my glove box out of it. I knew something was up -- but, as usual, it was in the dream state that I remembered the more pressing details.
I really wish they had sent someone other than that particular LEO to check on me on April 1st the following year. I was so ready to go in. I needed to see my Doc. But, I already had enough reasons to run as it was. I certainly didn't need the scare tactic as I made that move. Then he encouraged me to stop reaching out to the needy at a traffic signal. Ok, I moved along. I just wonder how many more thousands of SSA dollars his landlord has bilked him out of since that fateful conversation. I pray none.
In other news, I believe I have found the correct Doctor to replace my Endocrinologist. I have met someone I truly appreciate musically. And I have finally made the connection between a 2005 dead end ghosting experience to a current predicament that seems to have no lead strings to unravel the complexities of the Worlds Largest Ball of Sting (Yes...Sting in this case.) It is an Interpersonal Conundrum -- both of professional and of personal -- Ethics at this point. I pray someone comes through with garden shears and makes a pile of silly string out of my heart strings and my piano strings..not to mention all the other strings in the String Theory that comprises my current Quantum reality.
Which is leaving me in quite the quandary.
I have been under Surveillance most of the day and I fear it will be all Observation tonight...and possibly overlap...which really burns my biscuits cause I need sleep -- more than I need a Doctor or a LEO or a PI or a Sweetheart or Recreational Therapy -- or anything else at the moment.
So, for my favorite guy in the Universe, thank you, but pull Cupid's Daddy off my case. Move me into passive Surveillance if you have, too, and remember that I realize this is all cloak-n-dagger without the Emperor's New Clothes or the KNAVES.
I just need some damn sleep.
Signing off...
I hope for at least 20 minutes...
~B
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