I haven't slept for 28 hours. It wasn't planned; it just happened.I'm sitting on the brown couch in black sleepwear with the black cat nestled between my legs. When I look down all I see is yellow eyes, floating in black, staring up at me. I think it knows something.I slept fine previously, and I had the right pills at the right time, so it's weird to have missed a night's sleep for no real reason.
Articles from Harrangue Man
Chicken noiseThe chickens are noisy cluckers. I was trying to watch TV on a laptop whilst riding and their cluckery impeded comprehension. I yelled "SHUT UP, CHICKENS!"To my surprise, they did.
It's Skyfire here in the nation's capital, the annual firework extravaganza that cracks off over Lake Burley Griffin.
What is the noise vomit bird? The cockatoo. Sure, they look handsome but holy shit is their screech unsettling and loud. I presume it's some sort of benefit to do it; maybe it's to put other birds off being around because the cockatoo is the equivalent of someone on a rage bender drunkenly cursing the street?I have PTSD. One was about three metres from me in a tree when it cooked off and its unpleasant screech pulsed through my body and head.Hilariously some people enjoy the cockatoo.
I farted so much I hurt my back. Stupid Hitler bloat.
Our new fridge freezer is awesome---and it comes with a double ice tray and catcher which I love.But fuck me is it frustrating to use when you have PTSD and hand jitters because to get more ice you have to fill both trays that are held in a plastic frame then you have to with trembling hands take the tray frame and bend down to slot the fucker back in.
Being in a welter of pain and discomfort---I felt as I often do that the previous day someone had set to me with a baseball bat---even though I slept 12 hours with disturbing dreams I had to go off and have another sleep. I slept for an hour, even dreaming, and when I woke I was still foggy in the head.That's when I tried to swipe open my pillow thinking it was a tablet PC.
Well, it's not really an ode but more of a list. Because of my PTSD and my meds I have jittery hands whose fingers have a poor grip. Which means unless I am concentrating I may drop what I am holding.Things I have dropped include: pens, keys, thumb drives, cutlery, glass mugs, my phone, phone cables, computer cables and, most of all, bottle lids. The latter is light and with jittery hands they are hard to get back onto the bottle and then thread them down correctly.
I'm still enduring IBS and gas pain, a situation I've decided to call "Hitler bloat" since that nasty little git suffered the same as me. It's funny since it means he was both figuratively and literally full of shit.
I'm afflicted with IBS and my guts are bloated with stolen wind.