I went to bed at 12:20 last night, about five minutes after finishing up some extra (non-overtime) work for the evening. All times Eastern Standard, or Eastern Daylight. I can never remember which we’re in. You choose.
I’ve been sick for the last few days, since the weekend, I think. Nothing major,a mild ‘flu complicated by a seasonal allergic reaction to ragweed pollen. This contributed a tickle in the throat of the nagging, persistent variety.
So, I was still staring at the ceiling fan at 1:40. Have you ever done that? IF you try to follow the tips of the fan blades with your eyes, you can experience a really cool thing I can only call the “Spiro-graph effect.” Try it some time. I think you’ll like it.
It’s entertaining. For a couple minutes, anyway.
So, at 2:35, I started getting annoyed. The cough was now conspiring with my chronic insomnia to keep me awake. This unfortunately resulted in the most dreaded of events: I started thinking.
Do you have any idea how dangerous that is at 3:55? Or at 4:10? What about 4:30? It’s pretty dangerous, and it gets worse the longer it goes on.
It is possible I slept last night, but it’d have to have been some time between 4:54 (the last time I saw on the clock) and 6:30, when the alarm went off and I got up.
Good morning world.