Rain Pain
I love a rainy night as much as Eddie Rabbit.
However it is through bleary eyes I go about my business today.
I didn't sleep much last night. It rained continuously & thundered every 10 minutes, like clockwork. All night.
Between the howling wind, my snoring husband, anxiety ridden dog & thoughts of Steve Irwin the chances of a peaceful slumber were somewhat reduced.
3.18 am is a lonely place. Particularly on a Thursday.
Yawn. As if I needed an excuse to be cranky.
posted by Mony @ 7.9.06
7 Comments:
I hear you. I didn't sleep last night either. I am home alone and very paranoid at night when I am alone. Last night at 12:30 just as I was drifting off to sleep, someone knocked on the door. I off course did not answer the door because 1. I have no family or close friends here so no one should be knocking on my door that later, 2. I was scared shitless.
But you can bet I didn't sleep after that. Every house creek and kitty movement had me WIDE awake.
Krista, sorry, that was me last night. I was hoping to borrow some money but I lost track of the time.
There are very few things I can not sleep through. If I can sleep through the thunderous sound of my own snoring, then a storm has no chance of waking me.
I hope some coffee improved your day, Mony.
I would agree. I have been there, lonely at 3am, feeling like my life is completely shite. What is it about that time?
My hubby and I are quite sad about Steve-O as well!
I enjoyed reading your list of 100 things. I don't know that I could come up with 100 random things. Hope you get all caught up on that sleep! Have a good weekend!
The witching hour certainly is a lonely place.
Steve Irwin's death has me totally affected. He was so dynamic in his shows (and in life I'm sure) that it seems impossible...
I woke up at 4am this morning thinking too, Steven Irvine was one. I saw the look he had when he set his eyes for the first time on his second child. So innocent and childlike - he is a wonderful, wonderful man. Australia lost a great man this week.
I also think about food when I wake up at such un-Godly hour. But too lazy to move my ass to the kitchen.
Loved your last post by the way. You are a beauty.
Nothing like an anxiety ridden dog and a thunderstorm to steal your slumber.
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