Insomnia + Migraine

4:48 AM

I havnt slept in two days.

At this point I would gladly trade any illness for my migraines. Imagine working in a busy kitchen for 10 hours while suffering from a form of headache that gets worse with physical activity. Bright lights send jagged shooting streaks of pain from your eyes to the rest of your head. Loud noises make you want to cry. And then, finally, after 100’s of plates of food dished up. You are done for the night. You go home and think that you can finally relax… it is not going to happen. Your neighbors are drunk and playing their instruments all night. You want to ask them to stop but just getting out of bed and approaching the sounds is going to cause you incredible amounts of pain.. some will say, “call the police”. If you are anything like I am, that is not an option. Why the hell should a police officer waste time and tax money, in order to tell someone to stop making noise. When you can just as well do it yourself. That is if you are not in excruciating pain. You never do manage to fall asleep. You distract yourself playing video games and watching t.v. And then, at 6:00am, just when you are starting to doze off. The fire alarms go off. Big, loud, screeching, fire alarms. Repeat 3 times in the next 12 hours. So yeah. Having a migraine makes me into a whiny little bitch.

Who the hell cares?

I do.

It is late at night and my first day off from work in weeks. I also have a migraine. So I am in pain and grouchy. Time to bitch about .. well whatever I can find to bitch about to relieve some of the pressure.

Fire Alarms. No I am not talking about the lame “beep beep beep” kind. Imagine large horns and bells with flashing lights and loud screeching noises. Anyone who suffers from migraines can imagine the hell I went through when the alarms went off at my apartment building not once, not twice, but three separate times today. The fire alarms here are incredibly sensitive. If you so much as look at the burners on your stove they will go off. They go off at least four times a week. Makes me wonder how people will react when the fire is real.

Is it possible to justify keeping your neighbors up all night via badly played guitar and piano? Apparently I am an asshole to complain because they are “artists”. My response: Get a fucking job and stop drinking every night. Save your money, and move out of my life.

Starting to heat up a little bit. What else?

Ants! actually they are neat little pricks. Just wish they would stop crawling up my legs in search of food.

Semi-intelligent wanna-be philosophers that sit on the front stoop all night rambling about the purpose of life. You are born. You eat. You Fuck. And then you die. Now, clean up your piles of Pabst beer cans and get some sleep.

Don’t like my grammar? Think I am boring? Fuck off.