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judecorpI want to apologize in advance to anyone I may snap at, growl at, or otherwise be rude to. Jennifer says that I am a crankypants today, and well, she would know since she had to wake up beside me and I was certainly not my best this morning. Senorita Pissypants, that's me.
It was not a good night for sleeping, on any count. After Date Night, I was sort of in a bad mood so I decided that I would go to Vic's and read for a little while in the company of noise and people to clear my head a little. I grabbed the library's copy of Gender Outlaw and got a cup of coffee. I ran into Andy and was feeling a little better. No, that's not true, I was just able to partake in a little escapism.
I was eventually joined by Missy Goodtimes and then The GirlTM stopped in. Both of these were nice events. I was still fairly unhappy, though, and Jennifer and I talked for a long while at home. She fought to stay awake to hear me out. Two cups of coffee and a big Cherry Coke at The Dube helped keep me up until 12:45am, when we decided to turn in.
I have some strips of thick masking tape across the windowsill above my bed to discourage Daedalus and Ralph from jumping up there and trying to break the blinds. When I went to get into bed last night, there was a rather large bug stuck to the tape. (This has never happened before.) Closer inspection leads us to believe that this bug is a cockroach - in my bedroom of all places! - and I begin freaking out. Where are the other bugs? Are they going to crawl into my bed? Why are they in the bedroom where there is no food? Are there bugs in the kitchen? The bathroom? Did it come from the window? The floor? The other half of the basement? Upstairs? The vents? I was paranoid that I would close my eyes and be consumed by visions of disgusting roaches. (This is why I avoid caffeine for the most part. I have no tolerance whatsoever.) I did manage to fall asleep in the strong arms of a girl, though, and for that, I am eternally grateful...
...for 15 minutes. That's how long Daedalus let me sleep - from 1:15am until 1:30am. He used all of his tricks last night - scratching the furniture, knocking Jennifer's glasses off the nightstand, poking me in the face, stepping on me, rubbing his nose in my face, meowing in my ear, scratching the wall, trying to go up on the windowsill, running up the mirror, messing with paper on the floor, harassing Ralph. I used all of mine - the spray bottle, the pillow, my voice, my hand. Eventually I was so frustrated that I just deflated into my pillow. I couldn't stop breathing heavily. I just wanted to collapse into sobs - but they don't come, because I never cry. I just shook, and shuddered, and was so exhausted and frustrated and angry and I am so, so, SO sorry Jennifer - I know I kept you awake.
At 5:30am, he got up on the bed to sleep. I fell asleep at 6am (it always takes me a while), and the alarm went off at 8. I felt like vomiting immediately. I was still shaky, and my knee was aching because of exhaustion. I didn't want to come out from under the covers, and we stayed a few minutes later than we should have. My girl was wonderful, as usual, and turned the heat up while she was up, and stayed until she was sure I was awake enough to get ready for work. As soon as I got up, Daedalus jumped up for breakfast. HAR HAR - as if I'm going to reward that monster with yummy and delicious canned food.
I really don't know what to do. I mean, I love that cat so much. I just can't handle the lack of sleep. It's a vicious cycle - he gets upset that I don't sleep at home, so when I'm home he acts out. He acts out, I don't get any sleep, so I sleep elsewhere. I need help. I can't lock him in the bathroom because he'll keep me awake scratching the door. Water doesn't affect him, not even directly in the face. Pounding him with the pillow doesn't affect him. Feeding him only stops the problem for about 30 minutes. I almost opened the front door and sent him outside to his doom, because I needed sleep. I'm in a desperate situation and it only seems to happen when I need to get up early, and I just don't know what to do /at all/.
My girl is a saint, though. Through all of this, she worries about me, even though I'm keeping her up, even though I'm yelling about things that I have nothing to do with her, even though I'm cranky and snappy and annoying.
It was not a good night for sleeping, on any count. After Date Night, I was sort of in a bad mood so I decided that I would go to Vic's and read for a little while in the company of noise and people to clear my head a little. I grabbed the library's copy of Gender Outlaw and got a cup of coffee. I ran into Andy and was feeling a little better. No, that's not true, I was just able to partake in a little escapism.
I was eventually joined by Missy Goodtimes and then The GirlTM stopped in. Both of these were nice events. I was still fairly unhappy, though, and Jennifer and I talked for a long while at home. She fought to stay awake to hear me out. Two cups of coffee and a big Cherry Coke at The Dube helped keep me up until 12:45am, when we decided to turn in.
I have some strips of thick masking tape across the windowsill above my bed to discourage Daedalus and Ralph from jumping up there and trying to break the blinds. When I went to get into bed last night, there was a rather large bug stuck to the tape. (This has never happened before.) Closer inspection leads us to believe that this bug is a cockroach - in my bedroom of all places! - and I begin freaking out. Where are the other bugs? Are they going to crawl into my bed? Why are they in the bedroom where there is no food? Are there bugs in the kitchen? The bathroom? Did it come from the window? The floor? The other half of the basement? Upstairs? The vents? I was paranoid that I would close my eyes and be consumed by visions of disgusting roaches. (This is why I avoid caffeine for the most part. I have no tolerance whatsoever.) I did manage to fall asleep in the strong arms of a girl, though, and for that, I am eternally grateful...
...for 15 minutes. That's how long Daedalus let me sleep - from 1:15am until 1:30am. He used all of his tricks last night - scratching the furniture, knocking Jennifer's glasses off the nightstand, poking me in the face, stepping on me, rubbing his nose in my face, meowing in my ear, scratching the wall, trying to go up on the windowsill, running up the mirror, messing with paper on the floor, harassing Ralph. I used all of mine - the spray bottle, the pillow, my voice, my hand. Eventually I was so frustrated that I just deflated into my pillow. I couldn't stop breathing heavily. I just wanted to collapse into sobs - but they don't come, because I never cry. I just shook, and shuddered, and was so exhausted and frustrated and angry and I am so, so, SO sorry Jennifer - I know I kept you awake.
At 5:30am, he got up on the bed to sleep. I fell asleep at 6am (it always takes me a while), and the alarm went off at 8. I felt like vomiting immediately. I was still shaky, and my knee was aching because of exhaustion. I didn't want to come out from under the covers, and we stayed a few minutes later than we should have. My girl was wonderful, as usual, and turned the heat up while she was up, and stayed until she was sure I was awake enough to get ready for work. As soon as I got up, Daedalus jumped up for breakfast. HAR HAR - as if I'm going to reward that monster with yummy and delicious canned food.
I really don't know what to do. I mean, I love that cat so much. I just can't handle the lack of sleep. It's a vicious cycle - he gets upset that I don't sleep at home, so when I'm home he acts out. He acts out, I don't get any sleep, so I sleep elsewhere. I need help. I can't lock him in the bathroom because he'll keep me awake scratching the door. Water doesn't affect him, not even directly in the face. Pounding him with the pillow doesn't affect him. Feeding him only stops the problem for about 30 minutes. I almost opened the front door and sent him outside to his doom, because I needed sleep. I'm in a desperate situation and it only seems to happen when I need to get up early, and I just don't know what to do /at all/.
My girl is a saint, though. Through all of this, she worries about me, even though I'm keeping her up, even though I'm yelling about things that I have nothing to do with her, even though I'm cranky and snappy and annoying.
"Ladies" are the kind of people who won't let my girlfriend use the public ladies' room, thinking she's not a woman. Oh, but they're not going to let her use the men's room either - they're not going to let her be a man either. If she's not a man, and she's not a woman, then what is she? Once I asked my mother what fire was: a solid, liquid or gas? And she said it wasn't any one of those things - it was something that happened to things: a force of nature, she called it.
Maybe that's what she is: a force of nature. For sure she is something that happened to me.~ Holly Hughes, Clit Notes, 1993
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Date: 2002-11-15 12:11 pm (UTC)let me know if there's anything i can do.
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Date: 2002-11-15 01:01 pm (UTC)<3s to you, patti.
I'm going to guess...
Date: 2002-11-15 02:10 pm (UTC)Re: I'm going to guess...
Date: 2002-11-15 04:12 pm (UTC)*HUGS* to you and I hope you have a more relaxing, restful night tonight.
-The Evil Twin =)
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Date: 2002-11-15 04:15 pm (UTC)Or you could just start sleeping at home more, you trampy whore!
As for the bug, it could be a lone bug that wandered in by accident. That happens to me now and then. In the old apartment I'd get the odd waterbug when it rained. In this apartment I had one cockroach chilling out in my cupboard, but since I brutally murdered it I haven't seen anymore. Thank god. Little bastard was smart, too. He knew I was too scared to attack him with my bare hands, so he took his sweet time finding a hiding place under the cabinets. He just didn't count on me contaminating my whole kitchen with THE SPRAY! Muahahahaha. If you find more I'd say just do a cursory spray around the apartment. And let your landlord know.
*HUG SMOOCH*
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(Hey. We haven't spoken in awhile. So, hey.)
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Date: 2002-11-15 10:12 pm (UTC)Hey, cutie.
Re: I'm going to guess...
Date: 2002-11-16 08:50 am (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2002-11-18 09:46 am (UTC)Last night, Daedalus woke me up around 1:30am. Well, he didn't wake me up, really, I was already awake, but he was being a nudge. So I got up. I want to get them out of the habit of expecting canned food every morning, so I have only been giving them canned food about 3 times/week. Last night at 1:30, I pointed to his crunchy food dish and he ate some of that, and then I played with him for a minute and then gave him a straw.
He didn't bother me again until 3:30, and I got up to pee and he ran after me. I pointed to the crunchy food again and he munched away. At 5:30 he crawled into bed and fell asleep for the rest of the morning.
Yay!
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Date: 2002-11-18 04:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-11-19 04:44 am (UTC)Seriously, I know he's jealous, but I try to spend quality time with him. I love that little man.
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Date: 2002-11-19 04:14 pm (UTC)What do YOU think the date is today?
Why do YOU think I would want carrot cake?
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Date: 2002-11-20 06:41 am (UTC)