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So I woke up a little while ago to hear my brain screaming, "Help, help, I can't breathe!" and I realized that I couldn't give it an inhaler or anything like that, because it was something else. So I said, "There, there, everything is going to be fine, we'll just get up for a bit so you can take a deep breath and let your nerves settle." So it told my feet to go over to the kitchen, and I turned on the light, and then it whined, "I'm hungry." I said, "No, you're not, you can't possibly be after a nice dinner with watermelon for dessert." But I reluctantly agreed. I found myself looking down at a box of the abomination they call "Yogurt Cheerios" or something like that. It began to hum with excitement, so I poured a bowl even though I remembered it being sort of disgusting. At some point, I remember washing a pitcher because it said it was thirsty, too, and pulling out the last of the cheap Crystal Light knock-off that the Mrs. had gotten at the Big Box Mart store uptown. Mmmm, grapey. And now, here we are, bored, with no one to talk to. Not even halfway across the world.
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Ah yeah. Sometimes that happens to me too. I wake up because of a bad dream or because I have a cold and cant breathe and then I have something to eat. The problem is that having something to eat signals my body that it is time to wake up so I have learned that unless I woke up because I was hungry, it is really better not to eat during the night. My other bit of advice is to live in the Eastern time zone because then, if you wake up at 3a and are feeling sad and lonely, you can call your friends in Hawaii and they are just getting home from work ;). If you want to continue living where you do, I suggest you get some friends in Japan or Austrailia or something.
Crystal Light was invented by Hitler.
So were Volkswagens!
Oh wait...I meant Crystal Nacht...they sound so alike!
Hitlerian slip?
Gut Tang Nacht!
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