conspiracy

i don’t really sleep much anymore. it’s not that i can’t get to sleep, it’s that i can’t stay asleep. it’s not any one thing, either. it’s the noisy street outside (plows, buses, and trucks rumbling down the street and hitting potholes like a thunderclap), it’s my blankets drifting off of me, it’s the early sunlight, birds, whatever. it’s starting to catch up with me, though. i’m pretty sick of having bags under my eyes like a cartoon character who’s been up all night. i don’t know what it is, but i’m usually awakened sometime between 5 and 6, and don’t tend to get any meaningful sleep beyond that time.

last night was awesome; for whatever reason, they’d blocked off lincoln street in newton highlands for some road work of indeterminate nature, and had large vehicles growling straight through the night. the best of these had a backup beep that sounded precisely like an alarm clock.

i need a large wooden mallet on a hinge above my bed to knock me out when i pull a release cord. that would be awesome.