Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel

 

petty revenge

It took me nearly two days to correct it, but at last my sleep pattern is back to normal. One hour of yelping dog left me feeling like a zombie for almost forty-eight hours. Of course I am sure that they are oblivious of what that barking did to my schedule and I would rather not speak with them.

Part of me is so tempted to do some vacuuming early Saturday morning making sure to linger over where their bedroom is located. I don't see why they should be able to sleep when they make enough noise when I am sleeping. I might even let the machine sit turned on in one spot while I go and do something else. Yes, I know that all of this is petty and makes me sound as though I am twelve. More than likely I won't do anything. All that I really want is to be free of them as soon as possible.

Sun, warmth and sleep are all that I seem to crave and that means it is time for a vacation. I need to just forget about everything for a little while, because I seem to be on edge all of the time. I need to have fun or at least makes some changes in my life. What I should really do is something physical. I have all of this excess energy and I do next to nothing with it. I need to get out on my bike again.

Before all of the nonsense with my house I would have gone somewhere this month, but now I am afraid to leave with them lurking around. Maybe I'll still take some time off, but not go anywhere. I could just relax around the house and do some painting and reading.

There are days when I feel as though I am speaking another language to people. Nothing I say seems to connect properly and I grow tired of trying to explain myself. Eventually I lose any real interest in trying at all and just walk away in frustration.

On a completely unrelated note, I think that the new VW commercial with Mr. Roboto is the best.

 
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