I did not sleep well last night. I couldn't fall asleep then I couldn't stay asleep. I finally gave up the fight for slumber a little after 7am. The home owner and family are on vacation in Maine and have sublet over my head to a family with two boys.

CLOMPCLOMPCLOMP the ceiling over my bed goes. I lay quietly, hoping that if I ignore it, the sounds will give up and go away.

THUDCLOMPSHUDDER the walls cry out next to my bed. I roll away, back to the offending wall.

SHREEKHOLLERSPLASH the windows declare as they throw shadows around my room.

So, anyway, I'm up.

I'm awaiting my unemployement check so I can go pay the phone bill and take in a movie, NorthFork has Rick in it so I want to see it. Color remover and hair dye, something for dinner, and I nice lie down all await me as I await the arrival of the bringer of the mail.

I must be tired; I'm waxing poetic.