The Night From Hell

Let me tell you about my enthralling night last night.

Because it was a mofo-crazy day at work yesterday, I decided to go to bed "early" (it was 11 p.m.). However, either our crackhead neighbor or someone down the street was using a belt sander (sounds like a leaf blower) until 12:30 a.m., and we don't have those fancy-shmancy double-pane windows to block out things like, say, sounds or wind. Oh, believe you me, I was ready to call the cops and file a noise complaint. Ryan can fall asleep in a hurricane. Me, I'm not so easy. Right when I was going to jump up and grab the phone, it stopped. Ah, sweet peace!

But of course, as soon as I started to nod off, Ever the Cat decided to "tell" us she was hungry by pawing on the laundry cabinet door, resulting in a jackhammer like noise echoing throughout the house. I think that was around 12:45 a.m. Ryan finally had to angrily throw a pillow on the floor to scare her into stopping.

Fine, so I finally manage to drift off into dreamland, only to wake up at 4:30 a.m. with an insatiable itch on my arms. WTF? It felt like a spider had bitten me all over...I had two itchy welts on my left forearm, one (maybe two) on my left shoulder, one on my right forearm and one on my right temple. I couldn't stop scratching! So I finally went into the kitchen, found some anti-itch cream that I had thankfully swiped from the first-aid kit at my old job, slathered it on and went back to bed.

This morning, when I woke up, the "bites" were gone.

Curious, I went to the Web. It appears I may have broken out in a mild case of hives. Things have been fine today, except one of the spots on my left arm has started itching again. Effing stress.

Needless to say, I didn't sleep all that great last night. And I won't even begin to outline the kind of shenanigans going on at work today. But just to give you an idea, I'll say four words: No front lobby staffing.

I'm going to Starbucks now. I need one of their Morphine Frappuccinos.