The never-ending night
1 year: 6 months: 1 day
6 months: 4 weeks: 5 days
Woodstock is 378 days old
This is intolerable. Absolutely intolerable. I came over to my aunt’s house to babysit her two children (my cousins) as I have done before. Around eight thirty last night I put the two of them to bed and came back downstairs figuring that I was pretty much done for the night and would return to my father’s house by one means or another as has happened in the past. However, this time she refused to drive me back, insisting that I stay until morning. To her this was perfectly satisfactory as in the morning she could just “drive me over there.” Though, at what hour this would be is perfectly beyond me. She even stated that as a child I was “always an early riser.” This very statement alone would suggest that we operate on different sleep schedules and that “early in the morning” would have two totally different connotations.
I tried calling my mother to come fetch me so that if I was to lie down on the couch and “pretend to sleep” as she suggested multiple times, I would at least be on a much more supportive and longer couch. In other words, I would be on a much more comfortable couch than is present here. However, my mother was clearly asleep as she did not pick up the phone either time I called. So I was essentially stuck out here as I have no desire to walk through Maywood, Melrose Park, Bellwood, and Berkeley at night and when the temperature is below twenty degrees Fahrenheit.
To “pass the time” she retrieved varying movies on DVD to play, though I repeated that I would be much better off with the TV off. I had no desire to watch any movies (except the movie I was watching when I left to come here--Raiders of the Lost Arc) yet she turned on the TV anyway and put on I Robot. Somewhere near the beginning of the film she fell asleep and proceeded to snore quite loudly-an action which persists to this very second with great vigor. And this loud snoring is setting off my recently acquired condition which I went to the emergency room for last night. The doctor on duty believed that it was probably related to-and here’s the kicker-hyperventilation. I know the symptoms/signs of hyperventilation and I haven’t them. Besides, when was there a case of hyperventilation lasting over a period of several days? The “suspected diagnosis” was complete rubbish. And now, the result of today/yesterday makes this the second night that was a total loss.
And she talked about going back to the house “early in the morning,” however it is now five o’clock and feels like “early in the morning” came and went some hours past. This is a most intolerable situation. I have gotten fifteen minutes of sleep (give or take three at the most) and now this sensation is kicked into overdrive by her snoring. I should have just split and taken the ’L’ back to Evanston, stayed out there a few hours and then had my mother pick me up from Desplaines.
I wonder how long it will take her to realize that I am not in the house and decide to call me. She should be awake about now.
Period.
6 months: 4 weeks: 5 days
Woodstock is 378 days old
This is intolerable. Absolutely intolerable. I came over to my aunt’s house to babysit her two children (my cousins) as I have done before. Around eight thirty last night I put the two of them to bed and came back downstairs figuring that I was pretty much done for the night and would return to my father’s house by one means or another as has happened in the past. However, this time she refused to drive me back, insisting that I stay until morning. To her this was perfectly satisfactory as in the morning she could just “drive me over there.” Though, at what hour this would be is perfectly beyond me. She even stated that as a child I was “always an early riser.” This very statement alone would suggest that we operate on different sleep schedules and that “early in the morning” would have two totally different connotations.
I tried calling my mother to come fetch me so that if I was to lie down on the couch and “pretend to sleep” as she suggested multiple times, I would at least be on a much more supportive and longer couch. In other words, I would be on a much more comfortable couch than is present here. However, my mother was clearly asleep as she did not pick up the phone either time I called. So I was essentially stuck out here as I have no desire to walk through Maywood, Melrose Park, Bellwood, and Berkeley at night and when the temperature is below twenty degrees Fahrenheit.
To “pass the time” she retrieved varying movies on DVD to play, though I repeated that I would be much better off with the TV off. I had no desire to watch any movies (except the movie I was watching when I left to come here--Raiders of the Lost Arc) yet she turned on the TV anyway and put on I Robot. Somewhere near the beginning of the film she fell asleep and proceeded to snore quite loudly-an action which persists to this very second with great vigor. And this loud snoring is setting off my recently acquired condition which I went to the emergency room for last night. The doctor on duty believed that it was probably related to-and here’s the kicker-hyperventilation. I know the symptoms/signs of hyperventilation and I haven’t them. Besides, when was there a case of hyperventilation lasting over a period of several days? The “suspected diagnosis” was complete rubbish. And now, the result of today/yesterday makes this the second night that was a total loss.
And she talked about going back to the house “early in the morning,” however it is now five o’clock and feels like “early in the morning” came and went some hours past. This is a most intolerable situation. I have gotten fifteen minutes of sleep (give or take three at the most) and now this sensation is kicked into overdrive by her snoring. I should have just split and taken the ’L’ back to Evanston, stayed out there a few hours and then had my mother pick me up from Desplaines.
I wonder how long it will take her to realize that I am not in the house and decide to call me. She should be awake about now.
Period.