Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Car Alarms & Meat Grinders

Well Coop has come through her surgery fine, although her foot looks like it lost a battle with a meat grinder. It's a little better this morning. The swelling has gone down and she is able to put more weight on her foot. Last night she spent most of her time hobbling about to the point where I re-dubbed her Sir Gimps A Lot. Today I've just shortened it to Gimpy. But she's doing well, so that's a relief.

Now if I could just get some sleep I'd feel a little more human. For the past two nights I've averaged about an hour a night. Unfortunately none of that was all together. I know I slept at some point Sunday night because I had a strange dream that I was being chased down by a street gang and ended up hiding in this crevice in the middle of the city while at the same time I had something going on with some hot blonde guy who was on the run with me. I'm not sure what developed there because my freakin' neighbor's car alarm went off and interrupted the dream. And this is no ordinary car alarm, let me tell you. It sounds like something that should be signifying the onslaught of a total alien invasion. It has about six different sounds it makes and none of them are even remotely pleasant. Worst of all, it takes the moron about 5 minutes to get out there and shut it off.

Then last night, more humidity, a pain in my hip that made it feel as if someone was jabbing me with a shiskabob stick all night and, yes, you guessed it, the stupid CAR ALARM constantly going off, kept me up all night. At one point I rolled over to find Cooper eyeballing me as if there had to be something I could do about it. I suggested we go on ebay and see if they were selling any rocket launchers that could be expressed delivered. Worst of it is, after the first two times the alarm went off, you'd think he would just turn the damn thing off completely. But no. Apparently that would have taken more brain power than this imbecile could muster.

Finally around 5 AM I fell asleep, just in time to have a dream that my car tires were slashed and I had to pay hundreds of dollars to replace them, but my parents refused to lend me the money because they said they spent it all on their kitchen, so I would just have to cancel my trip to Reno and get a second job. I kept screaming and cursing at the unfairness of it all and my mother kept telling me to watch my language. It was not a very fitful 50 minutes of slumber. At that point, I almost welcomed my radio alarm going off (a far more pleasant sound then the alien invasion car alarm).

So this morning my eyes feel as if they are burning out of my head and oh joy, I'm facing another day of uploading files to our Intranet. Woo hoo. At least I managed to draft and tag six more scenes for D&B (I've decided to tag my scenes as I go instead of waiting until after I finish writing them all out). That at least was productive.

15 comments:

Tess said...

Ugh - insomnia sucks. Even worse when it's caused by a combination of humidity and a car alarm!

Glad to hear Coop is doing ok :-)

Great progress on your outline!

I hear you on carrying your pitch with you. I do that too. AND I created a page at my website with my pitch, so if all else fails I can pay money at the hotel business centre and download the text from there *g*.

Maxx said...

yeah... I'd lend you the money for the tires man. Go back to sleep.

Nikki said...

Poor Gimps. He's been through so much already!

Only 7 more days 'til Reno!!! Wanna celebrate by getting really drunk and stealing your neighbour's car???

Too dramatic maybe ...

Piss & Moan said...

The guy next door should read his paperwork on the car alarm ... alot of time it can be triggered by - you guessed it - high humidity. Just to make sure though, throw something at it tonight and see.

Melissa Marsh said...

Oh, you poor thing! Lack of sleep sucks, especially when you have to sit at a desk all day long. That seems to make it worse. Drink LOTS of coffee! :-)
Hugs for Coop!

Kelly said...

Tess: Good idea! I have my blurbs on my website too so I can always access that if all else fails.

Maxx: Great, how's $500 sound??

Nikki: No, not too dramatic. Let's do it. I'll supply the liquor, you get the club to bash in his window.

P&M: Nikki and I got it covered, but can we come hide out at your house if he chases us? I don't want him to know where I live.

Melissa: I've had 4 cups of java so far, but right now the liquor is looking like a better option...

Maxx said...

No problemo amiga.

Did I mention the 18% interest compounded weekly?

Just sign right here.

Kelly said...

You probably have some big guy named Guido working for you too, don't you?

Maxx said...

Actually his name is Tito.

Kelly said...

I thought he chewed through the restraints? I'd stick with Guido. I don't think anyone is going to be threatened by Tito.

Maxx said...

Guido tracked down Tito. He's like a bloodhound so you do have a point. Shove Tito back in the basement then until we need somebody to serve us drinks or wipe the sweat from our brows.

Piss & Moan said...

So Tito is like the gimp from Pulp Fiction ... or more like Tito from the Jackson 5? Could be the same guy.

Maxx said...

You're correct on both accounts. Except he doesn't look like the Gimp. OKay scratch the whole Gimp thing. He may be our slave boy but he's no malformed freak. He just likes to escape now and again hence the restraints.

Kelly said...

Yeah it's more like Tito from the Jackson 5. The whole thing started with Eddie Murphy on Delirious acting out MJ singing she's out of my life and then saying 'Tito, get me a tissue'. WE figured if he could run errands for MJ we could probably offer him a better deal and he could be our gofer.

Maxx said...

Then we just took him without asking permission and that was the end of that.