A TALE OF DECIET AND WOE, MY CHILDREN!!!
Pardon if this entry roams a bit...i am under the influence of a DEFECTIVE damned sleeping pill.
I napped (wanted to SLEEP, but instead napped) on a park bench in this lovely garden at 4am. I stayed two hours or so and got back at around 6:30...i dont know, my sense of time is horribly warped right now. Anyway. When I got there I started to nap (zzzzzzzzzs) and before I had started to nap I took a sleeping pill. Once the sleeping pill kicked in (like 45 min later), my nap was over, dammit. I was hyperaware of the sounds around me so when I heard a branch crack I whirrled my head around to see what was up and basically I am trying to say that I was spending my sleep time listening to everything. So after my pleasant two hour catnap I start to read my book 'Abnormal Phychology' since sleep was obviously not an option. I finish a rather boring chapter on phychiatric thought in the Middle Ages...which was more of the same of the Dark Ages.
Anyway some dude happens uppon me sleeping and i look over at him and he just looks at me from like a yard away, and turns around and walks around the other way. So apparently only murdering druggies sleep on park benches. But I was afraid that maybe he had called the cops on me...a 'vagrant'. I waited a bit, hoping that some police officer would come over and say that I cant litter the sidewalk with my hobo self. If I were to be repremanded in such a way, I would rebut the next night with a second performance sleep-on-the-bench, only this time I will be wearing a white victorian sleeping gown. Elegant, comfy, and pleasantly conservative. I will have a fan. And if the cop says to me that I cannot sleep there, I shall say "NAY! For I do no longer tarnish your perfect rich yuppie streets...indeed, I have transformed into a beautiful, antique, and pleasantly conservative statue in this here garden. Only a fool would relinquish me from this place!" And then I'd unfurl my fan with both a testy arrogance and ladylike dignity, and lay my head back down upon my bookbag-pillow.
*sigh* That, ladies and gentlemen, is the Jessica Hicks you get when she's hopped up on sleeping pills.
I napped (wanted to SLEEP, but instead napped) on a park bench in this lovely garden at 4am. I stayed two hours or so and got back at around 6:30...i dont know, my sense of time is horribly warped right now. Anyway. When I got there I started to nap (zzzzzzzzzs) and before I had started to nap I took a sleeping pill. Once the sleeping pill kicked in (like 45 min later), my nap was over, dammit. I was hyperaware of the sounds around me so when I heard a branch crack I whirrled my head around to see what was up and basically I am trying to say that I was spending my sleep time listening to everything. So after my pleasant two hour catnap I start to read my book 'Abnormal Phychology' since sleep was obviously not an option. I finish a rather boring chapter on phychiatric thought in the Middle Ages...which was more of the same of the Dark Ages.
Anyway some dude happens uppon me sleeping and i look over at him and he just looks at me from like a yard away, and turns around and walks around the other way. So apparently only murdering druggies sleep on park benches. But I was afraid that maybe he had called the cops on me...a 'vagrant'. I waited a bit, hoping that some police officer would come over and say that I cant litter the sidewalk with my hobo self. If I were to be repremanded in such a way, I would rebut the next night with a second performance sleep-on-the-bench, only this time I will be wearing a white victorian sleeping gown. Elegant, comfy, and pleasantly conservative. I will have a fan. And if the cop says to me that I cannot sleep there, I shall say "NAY! For I do no longer tarnish your perfect rich yuppie streets...indeed, I have transformed into a beautiful, antique, and pleasantly conservative statue in this here garden. Only a fool would relinquish me from this place!" And then I'd unfurl my fan with both a testy arrogance and ladylike dignity, and lay my head back down upon my bookbag-pillow.
*sigh* That, ladies and gentlemen, is the Jessica Hicks you get when she's hopped up on sleeping pills.