Sleepless In New York

Hardly slept last night. For some reason, I couldn’t fall asleep even though I was extremely tired and sleepy. After tossing and turning for more than a couple of hours, I gave up on the idea and got on plurk again for a couple of hours.

Well well… and I found and killed three spiders crawling on the couch I was on. Yes, that exact couch I’ve been sleeping on. The one on which I have to sleep until I can get a new bed. So you could imagine how that might have affected me. I mean, I’m not such a sissy drama queen who screams and tries to climb up the wall upon seeing some nickel size spider *coughMJaecough*, and I have no trouble whacking a spider with a shoe or squishing it with a paper or whatever is handy. But I found them ON my sleeping establishment! NOT ONE, mind you, but THREE fucking spiders!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!

After every single time I killed one, I tossed everything around the couch with murderous intentions and malice in my heart to see if there were more, and none could be found. I’m so fucking sure there are at least a few dozen more and I’m going to find them one by one just like I did last night, casually crawling on the couch a few inches away from me. Naturally, I felt something crawling all over me every time I tried to get some Z’s and here I am, sleep deprived, trying to take a nap and miserably failing to fall asleep. Not only that, somebody on plurk kindly told me something like “If it’s not the biting kind, don’t worry. It’s just an itty bitty bug” and after reading that, why do my limbs suddenly seem to hurt here and there and feel kinda numb, you know?

Yeah, don’t expect this blog to be about something pleasant any time soon. But hey, you all love me because I’m grumpy and cranky, and I aim to please.