Basket-case Becki
Last night certainly took a strange toll on my mental stability, as it turns out. My ultra-boring husband decided he was on a senior citizen sleep schedule and began nodding off at 8:00 pm. Around 10 I sat in bed and turned on the T.V., where I was sucked into a television show called "Ancient Aliens." For about two hours I was consumed with watching intellectual types discuss the artifacts, including coneheaded skulls, ancient construction and consolation claims, prompting the debate of whether we were ever in contact with extra terrestrials.
So there was I, glued to the program, wondering why I haven't strung all these pearls of wisdom together on their own necklace before, as I toyed with the facts and projected its common sense. This is where my typical insomnia turned into a bad scene from the movie "The Fourth Kind." I vowed not to fall asleep, as I feared I'd dream of aliens and if I were to dream the experiences, that meant they probably took place. I was in NO mood to be abducted to the Sirius B star I kept hearing about, time travel, or subject myself to E.T. rape for the sake of a super-human hybrid.
I fell asleep at some point only to wake at 4am, sensing my better half may be half awake, I didn't not hesitate to fully exclaim my fear to him, stating in these words, "I'm scared of the aliens," to which he replied, "Well I'm hungry." Mutually we decided the best course of action was to spring up regardless of the time and head over to IHOP. Ate breakfast, drank coffee, talked aliens, and as the sun began to creep up we headed back home where I fell back in the safe haven of a goose feathered blanket, two dogs and a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed spouse who was clearly not going to cooperate with mission get sleep.
Needless to say, my slumber continued until 1pm; and tonight I shall opt out of programs from the History Channel.
So there was I, glued to the program, wondering why I haven't strung all these pearls of wisdom together on their own necklace before, as I toyed with the facts and projected its common sense. This is where my typical insomnia turned into a bad scene from the movie "The Fourth Kind." I vowed not to fall asleep, as I feared I'd dream of aliens and if I were to dream the experiences, that meant they probably took place. I was in NO mood to be abducted to the Sirius B star I kept hearing about, time travel, or subject myself to E.T. rape for the sake of a super-human hybrid.
I fell asleep at some point only to wake at 4am, sensing my better half may be half awake, I didn't not hesitate to fully exclaim my fear to him, stating in these words, "I'm scared of the aliens," to which he replied, "Well I'm hungry." Mutually we decided the best course of action was to spring up regardless of the time and head over to IHOP. Ate breakfast, drank coffee, talked aliens, and as the sun began to creep up we headed back home where I fell back in the safe haven of a goose feathered blanket, two dogs and a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed spouse who was clearly not going to cooperate with mission get sleep.
Needless to say, my slumber continued until 1pm; and tonight I shall opt out of programs from the History Channel.