thief!

so i was "robbed" a few times today. don't be alarmed. i wasn't robbed in the traditional violent-call-the-cops sense, but rather the slangy-i-am-very-annoyed sense. come with me, and i'll take you through...

last night was a peaceful night. the hyper-fast-super-loud-cricket was on vacation and the weather was perfectly comfortable in the low 70s. it was nice not to have the A/C on and we left the windows open. sleep was good...until 5 something in the morning. i woke up and realized very quickly that we were "robbed." robbed of summer, robbed of heat and thus robbed of sleep. somebody blew out the pilot light in chicago and temperatures dropped to the low 50s. don't laugh. we've all been there before - barely awake, chilled to the core, with a quilt so thin the draft still gets down to the bone...and you don't feel like moving. rather, you cannot move. it took a bit, but somehow i pulled it together, shut the window, grabbed another flimsy quilt and passed out again.

it's the mid afternoon. i'm tired (see above) and work is getting a little redundant. add in a food coma and i'm nodding off. i hate that. if somebody were watching me from afar, i'd probably look like a bobble-head in a hyundai on a brick road. but there's hope - sweet sweet caffeinated hope. i grab a latte from the nearby caribou, nurse it like one of my own, and wait for the drug induced alertness to kick in. but it never does. dang, i've been robbed again. somebody stole my espresso. the latte tasted fine, but i never got a second wind.

and now it's 4pm and i haven't gotten much work done. where did the time go? it certainly didn't fly away on its own. it must have been stolen.