08-14-2020, 12:12 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-14-2020, 12:55 AM by Drunk Monk.)
Sorry to hear that maestro. And y’all wear masks. What gives? Victory is still okay, yes?
Day 144: Dammit I was really trying to get to sleep before midnight. I tucked into bed well over an hour ago, read a bit, had a whiskey nitecap and have been listening to the waves and seals, and some weird squeaky noise that my neighbor is making - almost comical like sec on a old cot but I know he’s alone. WTH?
Anyway, today I’ll keep chipping on my latest DoG pieces, maybe try venture out to the beach before the inevitable heat wave crowds, of maybe just take Yuki to the dog park.
Oh bother. Still not sleepy. My neighbor stopped squeaking, gargled and expectorated, then went inside. Now all I hear is waves. Even the seals are asleep. But not me. My brain is squirmin like a toad. Not a water bowl toad either. More like a toad trying to escape an oily hot wok. Ouch what a horrid mental image. Why did I even think that? Just part of my three-ring insomniac brain circus.
Ah, now the seals are barking again. They are under the Boardwalk, about a mile away, but on nights like this, I can hear them like a squeaky expectorating next door neighbor.
I should’ve dropped some melatonin earlier. If I take some now, I’ll be drowsy all morning and I need to be alert to court my writing muse. She’s such a tease when she’s not being a cold harsh bitch.
It’s hot tonight. That’s not helping at all.
Day 144: Dammit I was really trying to get to sleep before midnight. I tucked into bed well over an hour ago, read a bit, had a whiskey nitecap and have been listening to the waves and seals, and some weird squeaky noise that my neighbor is making - almost comical like sec on a old cot but I know he’s alone. WTH?
Anyway, today I’ll keep chipping on my latest DoG pieces, maybe try venture out to the beach before the inevitable heat wave crowds, of maybe just take Yuki to the dog park.
Oh bother. Still not sleepy. My neighbor stopped squeaking, gargled and expectorated, then went inside. Now all I hear is waves. Even the seals are asleep. But not me. My brain is squirmin like a toad. Not a water bowl toad either. More like a toad trying to escape an oily hot wok. Ouch what a horrid mental image. Why did I even think that? Just part of my three-ring insomniac brain circus.
Ah, now the seals are barking again. They are under the Boardwalk, about a mile away, but on nights like this, I can hear them like a squeaky expectorating next door neighbor.
I should’ve dropped some melatonin earlier. If I take some now, I’ll be drowsy all morning and I need to be alert to court my writing muse. She’s such a tease when she’s not being a cold harsh bitch.
It’s hot tonight. That’s not helping at all.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse