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My Life Thus Far
2009-04-15 08:51:28 (UTC)

Nocturnalism

I'm tired from a long day and it's late. Too late for me
to be up, but I'm bound and determined to finish the
laundry because I work every night the rest of the week
and I know I won't get to it if it's not done tonight.
I've got to get out of this habit. I had time all day to
do it, but here I am up at 1am doing what I should have
been doing at 1pm this afternoon. If nocturnalism were a
disease, I would be considered chronic. Maybe I should
stop fighting against my nocturnalism and embrace it?
After all, if I'm happy what harm is there in getting
little sleep and being most productive when the rest of
the world sleeps? Society says I'm supposed to sleep at
night, be productive during the day. I'm not a fan of
blind conformity (unless I feel like conforming). I never
do anything simply because I'm told to. I question
everything. This is probably just one more manifestation
of that independence. My mother was nocturnal (probably
still is, I don't know), my father is nocturnal. Maybe
it's genetic...

I was rudely awakened by a bulldozer 5 feet from my
bedroom window at 6am. When I peeked through the curtains
to see what the hell was going on I watched as one
construction worker yanked my pansies out of the ground
and tossed them to the side so that another worker could
continue digging a 3 foot by 4 foot trench. I suppose I
should be grateful that they didn't just mow them down
with the bulldozer. I'm the only one on the entire street
that bothered to do anything with the garden and I'm the
only one who's front yard has been totally decimated. I
had to have been an exceptionally horrible person in a
previous life, because Karma continues to bite me in the
ass on a regular basis. If that wasn't bad enough, when I
got home from the gym I discovered that they'd cut through
my cable lines. It took Wave almost 3 hours to fix it. I'm
over it, though. I'm not going
to let it fester, because there's nothing I can do about
it. They're just flowers and the cable is fixed now. This
can't last too much longer.

Snookums called tonight :) We talked for a whole hour!
There have been rumors going around (amongst the wives)
that the ship hasn't been following it's itinerary and
there's a chance it could be coming home earlier. I don't
pay that much attention to where the ship is going and I
most definitely don't listen to the gossiping of the
wives. I don't know if Snookums doesn't tell me and I
don't believe anything until I see it. But according to
him, there's some truth to the rumors. He might be coming
home sooner :) That would be wonderful, but like I said.
I'll believe it when I'm watching the ship pull into port.

Speaking of the wives. One of them had a baby today. I met
her back in September when I had that little get-together.
Her husband and Snookums work together on the ship. She
was due last week, was induced yesterday and just when it
looked like she was going to have to have a c-section due
to non-progression, she pushed the baby out this evening
(she sent me text updates. The girl loves her Blackberry).
I didn't think they'd let you be in labor that long, but
what do I know? I shoot kids out in record timing. The
kicker was, they'd told her 3 times she was having a girl,
but she ended up having a boy! I think that's worse than
not knowing the sex at all. She'd bought everything in
pink. Right down to the car seat and stroller and now
she's got a boy. I'd help her out with Keenan's newborn
things, but she went home to be with her parents (not all
of us can handle being on our own). I hope she kept
receipts.

My body is so sore. I'm guessing it's from my 10 minute
frustration-buster yesterday, but damn. I hurt. Especially
my inner thighs. If I wasn't horny, I'd swear Snookums was
home :) The man doesn't know is strength sometimes... I
could us a good roughing up right about now. Enough of
that though. I'm not letting myself think about those
kinds of things right now. Only G-rated thoughts allowed -
PG-13 at the most.

Laundry. That's what I was doing. Let me get back on that.
Ciao.




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