Let me share my night with you...

To preface this story, let me say that for the last week and a half or so i've been having trouble falling asleep. usually i'll fall asleep somewhere between 2 and 3 (or 4am on friday night), and that is simply not enough sleep for me. i get cranky. but i'm really trying to avoid taking sleeping pills because i don't want that to be the only way i can fall asleep. i've only done it once so far, and i'll probably do it tonight out of desperation. but i digress.

so i read until about 12:30am and i toss about until 1:30 or so. my eyes are closed and i see a flash of light behind my eyelids. i open my eyes and see that my phone has lit up with a blocked number. now, gaby had her purse/phone stolen in Spain and only ever calls from a blocked number, so i answer. well folks, it was not gaby. it was a male who did not sound at all familiar. our conversation went like this:

K: hello?
M: hello?
(pause)
M: hello?
K: who is this?
M: who do you think it is?
K: it's too late to play these games, who is this?
M: who do you want it to be?
K: *sigh* omg really?
M: do you want to get f**ked?
K: oh dear lord, WRONG NUMBER

well now let's take a moment to look at this conversation critically. who do i think it is? well i think it's a dill hole mouth breather. is your life really so sad that you get your jollies calling unsuspecting girls and being skeezy? have you ever spoken to a girl without hiding behind a blocked number? who do i want it to be? i want it to be someone i know who would KNOW BETTER than to call me at 1:30am in the morning when there isn't an injury, fire, or emotional breakdown. i certainly don't want it to be you. what if i'd been some 13 year old girl who answered the phone? what if you'd dialed one digit differently and called my mom? does this approach work for you? for every 12 girls that you gross out or disturb or just plain irritate, do you get one that actually wants to play along? THERE ARE NUMBERS FOR THAT! so in answer to your last question, NO I DO NOT, YOU SKEEZY FUCK. so if your goal was to creep me out or scare me or disturb me, then you have an epic fail on your hands dear sir. you really just pissed me off. so go back to your sad little hovel and play halo with the other man-children and pray that one day someone will take pity on you and show you how to act like a normal human being.

so there's that.

i finally fell asleep around 2:30-3 when my rage simmered out a bit only to wake up at 6:30 with debilitating womanly pains. and i could not for the life of me find my heating pad. the irony is that last time this happened my room was a disaster and i magically found it immediately. then when i cleaned i was like "i'll put it HERE so i know exactly where it is next time". well where i thought it was is wrong...because it ain't there. so i hobbled around my room for five minutes before giving up. i ended up created a bastardized heating pad by running a wash cloth under hot water. the only problem with that is that everything gets wet and i have to re-warm it every 5 minutes. (that's what she said?) so i'm a wreck today. no sleep, i'm still kind of in pain, and i just want to pass out. bleh.

anyway...Nadia and Bonnie, let's pick a day to go to the diner i posted about (and you responded to)! I'm free the weekend of the 17/18 if you wanted to do it one of those mornings. what say you?