I got shit for sleep last night, and here’s why.
There was a gigantic spider on my ceiling last night. And some other little crawly creature.
It’s a pretty silly reason looking back on it, but at the time it was incredibly distracting.
I have shed a great deal of my childhood paranoia with non stinging insects, but the one place that they can still get to me is my bedroom. I don’t care where else in the house, but if they’re in my bedroom, they die.
Last night, I got to bed later than I intended anyway, and then to make matters worse, I saw a huge spider on my wall. It was just staying put so I didn’t pay it a whole lot of attention. I was too busy staring at this little crawly thing that kept darting around my ceiling. Well, I finally smashed it behind a picture of Masi Oka that I tore out of a magazine once and has been hanging on my wall ever since.
I got up at midnight to get a glass of water, then I went back up to bed.
Then I noticed the gigantic, soul crushing spider had started moving around, and that it was uncomfortably fast.
It settled in a crease where the ceiling and wall meet… a section that just happened to be right above my bed.
I sat on my bed for over half an hour, staring at it, trying to get the courage to kill it.
I finally did kill it, with my copy of Poe’s “Tales of Mystery and Imagination”, just so I could say “Quoth the raven nevermore, fucker!”
Of course, it took me for-fucking-ever to get to sleep, so that was great.
The paper route went all right, but I was kind of sleepy. I was awake enough to take a few pictures of the carnival rides before anything was open. I went right to bed when I got back home, but I didn’t manage anything better than a light doze.
It was for that reason that most of my day was spent staring into space in the direction of my computer screen. I did manage to eek out a drawing inspired by Peter Gabriel’s song “Mother of Violence”, which you should listen to because it’s fucking genius.
Trust me on this one.
Anyway. The only time I got out of the house today was when I went with mom to do a bit of light grocery shopping. At Fareway, we were in the express lane and they kept having all sorts of problems with the register, and there was an old lady in front of us who was super slow at writing out a check. Then this ass of a skinny old man got in line behind my mom and I and started whistling the Jeopardy theme, and singing the fucking ABCs. I had to get out of line and wait for mom to be rung up.
Yeah dude. It’s one thing to think to yourself ‘Wow, this is taking forever’ but most decent people DON’T FUCKING SAY ANYTHING. It’s rude. And being an impatient little bitch isn’t going to make the cash register magically not have any problems, and it’s not going to make that little old lady buying two yogurts, two cans of root beer, and sunblock write out her check faster. And you certainly won’t be popular with the cashier once it’s your turn, jackass.
Sorry. I am sleep deprived and I have another two hours until it will be dark enough to get to bed. So perhaps I should get on with the entry.
Breakfast: +I had a couple licorice strands at 5am when I got up for the paper route. When I got back home afterwards I went right back to bed, and then ate my legit breakfast at around 9. It was a bowl of kix cereal. Lunch: +A sandwich on bagel thins (thin sliced turkey, homemade mushroom spread, with a thin slice of farmer cheese, and some raw spinach. I ate a little raw spinach with some ranch (it was the fat free ranch, and it is not that great. It's okay when you mix half full fat ranch with half fat free ranch though. Dinner: +Beef and noodles, with some carrot sticks. I also had a chocolate creme egg (bought it at the Russel Stover store in Minnesota last week), two pieces of molasses cake, a couple licorices, and a chocolate caramel heart. I'm not going to lie. I feel like shit about what I ate today. There's nothing I can do at this point except move forward. I shouldn't dwell on it, either. The bars we made last week are almost gone, the cake is almost gone, there isn't much candy or anything, so there won't be much temptation in that respect, but... I was doing so well. I feel like today and yesterday were almost like a subconscious rebellion against healthy eating or something. I mean, granted, it's not like I completely derailed or anything, but... I could have done much better. Tomorrow I'll be back on track. I'll feel better once I get more sleep, too.
I’m going to charge my mp3 player and phone a bit, and shit, I might even play some Sims 2 before bed. Don’t know.
Have a good evening.