I suffer from insomnia. Sure, I could dope myself into a false coma with some sort of pill, but some of my best writing happens in those hours after midnight and before dawn.
Right now I am in the midst of a wicked bought of it. I was up until 2:30 last night, not even the slightest bit sleepy. I was writing and watching episode after episode of "Veronica Mars" (aka - one of the best TV shows canceled before its time - like "Firefly" and "Arrested Development")
But eventually I thought it was time to hit the hay. So I snuggled down in my bed, and let sleep take me away.
Fast forward to around 4:00 AM. There I am, in bed, sleeping as soundly as a baby when I am jolted awake by my bed shaking. Two thoughts go through my head, in this order:
1) Oh god, I'm possessed by Pazuzu
2) Perhaps that is a snow plow.
I then heard my dishes rattling in the kitchen and thought "earthquake?" which lasted for about 3 seconds and I passed out again.
When my alarm went off, it was set to a new radio station (because I am a 76 year old man...) and all I could make out in my morning pre-coffee haze was the word "earthquake".
Hmm, I thought. I was right.
Yes people. The Chicagoland area had a slight earthquake last night. Yeah, we get snow and earthquakes, so you people on the coasts can quit your whining.
Midwesterners are the shit.
~ The Office Scribe
Sunburns, hang ups, and paper mouths
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