OMG, I’d totally forgotten how the week before Private Property released, I stopped sleeping.It was my first release, I was entitled to be nervous/excited/scared sh*tless. But this was my second release. It should all be old hat to me now.
Um. Nope. This time I was even more nervous or something. I’ve been going to bed at the regular time but I’d roll around until about 2 or 3 before finally falling asleep. And then I’d be back up at 4:30 or 5 a.m. 3:30 yesterday, 5:05 today. What was keeping me awake? Thoughts that I had this blog post to do or that one, that interview to give, that pile of emails needed answering. I needed to make sure I did … what? I can’t remember? Which is why I couldn’t sleep. What was it that I’d forgotten?
I hope this isn’t indicative of any releases I have from here on in. (If I EVER have another release that is.)
So here I am up at 2:30, almost 22 hours … Oh boy. WARNING WARNING: Leah’s about to RANT: I was just about falling asleep at my desk when I heard yelling upstairs. Gizmo Guy has gotten up and is yelling out the window because our neighbors are partying in their hot tub again. GG NEVER yells. EVER. He just turns inward and gets real quiet. To have him yelling out the window is a first and tells me they’ve pushed him way past his limit.This has been going on for a year and a half now. They are in that damned hot tub during thunderstorms, freezing rain, and snow storms, yakking it up over the noise of the motor. They climb into it when the husband comes home from his shift at 11 p.m. and usually don’t get out until 3 a.m. They put the damned thing right against the fence beneath our bedroom window and the sound carries up because of the water in the tub and the pool directly behind it. For the past 18 months, we have had to sleep with a white noise maker to block out their noise. GG just said that not only did he have the white noise machine going this evening, but also a fan and they still woke him up with their noise. So I might as well stay up until they quiet down. Which on Saturday night meant Sunday at noon. Yes, 12 hours in the frickin’ thing. So even if I head to bed, doesn’t appear I’m going to be getting much sleep anyway.
So if I don’t surface for twenty-four hours, you now know why. I’ve crashed. Either that or GG and I have grabbed a hotel room and abandoned the place, hoping the neighbors will shrivel up into prunes and disappear. Yeah, I don’t hold out much hope for that either.
Okay, I started this post just exhausted, now I’m exhausted and crabby. Not a good end of what should have been a good day.