its been going on for many days now but last night was the most amusing (sarcastic voice inserted) night so far. after taking my prescribed amount of sleep meds and mediation, my heart starts to freak out and i ended up treating the panic attack.... once it subsided i was sure while i was curled up comfy i would just drift off. then came the music... i havent even seen this damn movie in years... why now? over and over and over...
i used a very unlady like swear word after about fifteen minutes of this, i threw off my blankets and stomped around trying to find socks. then, still with that song torturing me, i found some flannels to put on underneath my nightgown and headed for pine sol and the other cleaning products. the kids floors are beautiful now and full of lemony freshness. unfortunately, my head was still full of really bad cockney accents. i looked at the clock and it says 4:30am. i literally threw the mop down, put on my coat and went to buy the only thing else that could possibly put me to sleep. dipenhydramine. i walked into maverick looking like the maniacal insomniac that i was. i grabbed the over priced solution and stood for a minute because i realized that it was stocked right next to the condoms. i started to laugh... they should sell them in a set... if you can't get lucky you can go to sleep instead.
back at home i settled into bed again and took my meds. not long after that i could actually feel the sweet feeling of being dozy. it might have been 20 or 30 minutes that i had just drifted off. ahhhhhhhh. then from somewhere in the house i hear this blood curdling scream or squawk and skittering and realized that the cat has probably brought in his spoils of war. unfortunately for the whatever it was, it was still alive and fighting for its life. i laid there and screamed the cats name and i heard him run off. i wanted so bad to go back to that floaty place, but i knew if i didn't get out there to try to save the creature it would be torn (yeah i know gory) from tip to toe all around my house the next morning. besides i really don't think listening to the circle of life going on right outside my door, is really music to sleep by.
so i get up. i don't know what is waiting for me. the cat once brought home a rat as big as a terrier. i peeked down the hallway. there is was. tiny scared little bird, obviously stunned and wounded. i decided to try to herd it out of the house. i closed all the doors except the front and back doors and found some cardboard to help him scoot the right direction. the minute i tried to start this endeavor it took flight (good sign) but hid somewhere in the living room. between swearing, i kept trying to explain to the bird i was trying to get him outside where he/she could at least have a chance if he could stay in the trees. i dont think he understood english. once i would get him out of one hiding place, he went someplace else. meanwhile the dipehydramine was trying to seduce me back to the bedroom.
finally, after a good 45 minutes i wrangled the bird close to the backdoor where he could smell the fresh air. there was a moment that i thought "my god he is wounded and i am sending him off to his demise" but its not like i am dr doolittle or something. i knew he could fly and if he could just stay in the trees he'd be okay. (yeah who am i kidding) but perhaps with a little bit of luck..... oh fuck there's that song again.
i hope i sleep tonight.
