Ah, it's sweet to be back in the heartland of America. You know... the kind of place where you can come back to your hotel after lunch and find a guy in the lobby watching football while drinking Jack Daniels and eating pork rinds? It's a pity I'm a vegetarian or I might have had to join him.
Assuming I could stay awake.
After going to bed around midnight last night, I was rudely awakened by a flash of light and a huge explosion outside my window at 3:15 am. At first I thought a bomb had gone off, since the whole room seemed to have been shaking. After coming to my senses, I decided that a truck must have crashed and exploded or something. But by the time I got to the window, the sky opened up and a deluge of rain started to fall. Turns out it was only a thunderstorm.
I never could get back to sleep, even after the thunder and lightning show ended.
So now I am having to work while both mentally and physically exhausted. I have no idea how I am going to make it through then next 17 hours, but something tells me it won't be pretty.
Hmmm... for some reason a taco sounds really good right now.
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Oh man how I miss myself a good old fashioned Midwest thunderstorm. The very first night I spent in Ohio when I moved there for college we had a massive one. After that I was hooked on those storms. I wish we had those on the West Coast.
Lots of work on little sleep… hmm… Red Bull, it gives you wings! Haha, I actually think it’s the fact that the stuff tastes so bad that it wakes you up and not the actualy ingredients. Oh well, hope you manage to make it through your day. I’m in a real fix right now since my clock is all screwed up since I slept all day. Now I’m going to be on a crazy schedule. Oh well.
You obviously left Chicago. I’m all confused.
It kept me awake also, gripe! Lucky us…more storms zeroing in!
Is that t-shirt stain on the illustration from the pork rinds or the whiskey?
What a compellingly sexy cartoon you are today, Dave2! Must be the soiled undershirt.
Ahh, the midwest…I was just there, although without an Internet connection and within shouting distance of lettuce that was not of the iceberg variety. Order yourself an imported (aka, Canadian) beer, have some meat and get down to business. And if you can manage it, try to say “Wis-kann-sin” at some stage while you’re there.
The daughter (age 3) and I are having an insomniac night tonight. She is looking over my shoulder behind me in bed as I browse websites. When yours came up, she said, “Mommy, are you wearin’ a monkey shirt?” Nope. “Are you wearing a Dave shirt?” Nope. (big sigh, exasperated) “Are you wearing a *ducky* shirt?” No, Honey, sorry.
We had a thunderstorm, too. I wish I was wearing the monkey–maybe it has toddler-sedating powers that I don’t know about.
Thunderstorms here are nothing like thunderstorms back home where we are sheltered by mountains. Sure we get thunder and lightning… but rarely is it as loud… and NEVER is it THIS loud!
My sleep schedule is always messed up, and all I can manage is about 4 hours every night regardless of what time zone I am in or how much melatonin I take. Years of constant traveling will do that. 🙁
I’m in Wisconsin now. Don’t worry, I have a hard time keeping up too. 🙂
The stains are from the whiskey. I’m a vegetarian, so the pork rinds are just for show. There’s just something about a stained wifebeater t-shirt that screams “sexy” isn’t there?
I’ve tohdally got da Wiscanson accent dowun!
Never underestimate the healing powers of my monkey!!
“Never underestimate the healing powers of my monkey!!”
I won’t, and I’m totally going to start shouting that phrase randomly at people in grocery stores, or whispering it to old people at church.