~12:00am: Ride up to the top of Twin Peaks with Brad, Lisa, and Leah. Look at the city. Watch Brad and Leah endanger their lives. Drop Lisa off. Head home.
12:30: Play with Rudy. Delay going to bed for a while, hoping I'd catch a certain phone call.
1:15: Give up. Go to bed.
3:00: Awakened by a mosquito's high pitched buzz in my ear. Realize I've been bitten several times.
3:05 - 3:30: Stare at the ceiling, lights on, attempting to locate mosquito, after being buzzed two more times.
3:30: Give up. Go to sleep with light on, for faster reaction should the mosquito reappear.
4:00: Mosquito returns to my ear, evades me.
4:00 - 4:15: More mosquito hunting. Fucker.
4:15: Mosquito spotted on ceiling.
4:15 - 4:30: Attempt to kill mosquito, who somehow manages to evade or survive my repeated newspaper smacks and actually DISAPPEAR.
4:30: Figure mosquito for dead, go back to sleep.
4:45: Awakened by mosquito in my ear again.
4:45 - 5:00: Unsuccessful attempts to locate mosquito
5:00: Relocate to the couch to sleep
7:00: Awakened by the dulcet tones of street cleaners, as well as a tow truck (not my car). Relocate back to the bedroom.
7:30: Awakened by insanely chirpy birds, as well as new neighbor beginning some sort of construction project. Give up, take the dog for a walk.
8:30: Back to bed with earplugs, and dog. Can't sleep at this point, so I stare at the ceiling until 9:30 or so when I get up and get ready for work.
10:15: Leave for work
10:45: Arrive at work, read e-mail, write blog post explaining why I will probably fall down the stairs or accidentally step in front of a bus or something today.
I feel like the guy in the Diet Pepsi Max[tm] ads that are all over the place.
Originally posted on pop.vox.com
