Nighty Night Rabbit....Sike!

It's almost 2:30am. I did go to bed an hour ago but had one of those amazing uneasy experiences where you wake up an hour later with gum tucked somewhere safely into your mouth and your heart starts pounding for no reason. And because your heart is pounding, you focus solely on this strange ventricular behavior and the pounding exceeds anything you could possibly imagine is used to help drill oil or perhaps wake a small village in the event of a fire.

I pretty much seem to have a goldfish memory when it comes to this incident. My only solace when this happens is that - oh yeah - I've been here before. A number of times. I decided to go to a friends house tonight and indulge in pizza, alcohol and then ending in a cup of coffee. At 11:30pm. I'd add in the cannoli but I'm already hyped - I don't want to acknowledge the sugar shame as well. The funny thing about this coffee is that I am the one who had brought the bag of grind over. I'd gotten it from my buddy who owns his own coffee place behind me. (Yes, behind me! Every time I turn around, there he is with a grinder and roasting device! Tis quite inconvenient in the john.) I'd tasted a batch that he made one day and offhandedly tossed out at him that the coffee flavor was "kind of weak tasting". Isn't that sort of like the moment in "Liar Liar" where Jim Carrey suddenly becomes Truth, looks over at his boss after the wild slap and tickle and says, "I've had better"? He concocted something for me that would from that day forward become the Alpha Joe, leading all slacker cups of coffee into a militant hell in order to toughen it up a bit.

Did I mention that I never did sample the coffee after buying it, but just tucked it neatly into my fridge to stay fresh?

It took me awhile tonight after trying to calm the heart down, and the subsequent shakes, to figure out WTF. As it turns out WTF is now standing for Well Too F**king bad, Dummy - think next time.

Why do I think I can be 22 and just handle the bean this late at night? And then just trip off to bed without incident?

My upstairs neighbors have come out of their creaking coffins to walk their dog. They only seem to make noise at 2am. I'm going to stick a head of garlic in their mailbox for troubleshooting purposes.

And my Java script (ahhh!!!! Of COURSE its a JAVA problem) seems to be defunct right now so I can't play Pogo bowl and point and click my way to virtual bowling sanity.

Humanling just got up and asked when I was coming to bed. This only succeeds in making me eons more nervous. Don't ask why - I have no answers - caffeine supplies no answers to the anxiety. And to think I thought we were family.

I think I just noticed a hunger pain. Am I kidding??? Hell to the No Way. Back to bed for me. I needs to get me some sleep before indulging in that first sip of the morning coffee, the cup that I originally fell in love with before moonlighting with night java.

Nighty Night Rabbit.

All Night (on Mercury) Bowling Par-Tay

Am I a -Dancin' Wit MySe-Elf? With my lighter than an atom 2-D bowling ball and nine other Americans with nothing to do tonight, I am losing. But it does puff up my tail feathers to say that I entered the game late. My 24 points to the Alpha Virtual Bowler's 152, merely pacifies username ASG3x's false sense of security.

Knock knock. Who's there? 2:27am. WHAT? On a Sunday? On a .....(low gasp) WORK night? There seems to have been a mix up with my panic attack schedule. Someone has the room booked for my original time frame, so gotta squeeze them in where I can.

We've got mostly everything here in my Emergency Panic Kit. Some people pop a pill, a shot or pop a balloon. Mine is the drug free route, but it makes the serenity prop sack much bigger. The computer is on (for random contact with strangers and friends who are currently asleep - but I do feel a sense of relief that at least tomorrow morning, they will be informed of tonight's sensory blip.) I'm chewing a piece of gum (the kind who's opinion includes Xylitol since any dentist worth their mouth covering knows that your teeth need protection during vibal anguish). On the tv, for mental wallpaper, Noggin is hosting. The excitability and exploitation factors for 64 Zoo Lane are down to a dull wisp on the wind than most other late night tv. A major component of the EPK would be the Gameboy. Gameboy for me, is that needle they stick in the heart of the Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction that brings her back to life. Humanling and I were playing that earlier, therefore, with her fresh mini fingerprints on it, this Panic is brought to you by the letters A W O and L. This is where the computer does double duty by letting me contact others to freak out in font, and go to Pogo.com to bowl without sportin the ugly and very shared sneakers.

I do recall the words of someone that I loved once - he was better with words than me, and English was his second language - He said "Know thyself". Well, knowing him, he said "Yourself" and not "Thyself". I thought he was annoying at the time, but it turns out that those words have come around circling my globe like a daily comet. So I have myself down pat when it comes to the Instruction Manual for my panic attacks. He'd be so proud and beg me to come back if he only knew.

So what has happened to my Positive Attitude trial? It has applied for a visa to stay in my ethereal country for what could be a permanent basis. However, even God took a day off, people. Or as my Uber Organic buddy bounced back at me today, "Ms. Positive is allowed a day to chill." I'll enjoy my slummin' moment, thanks.

And on schedule, the last thing in the EPK is to allow myself an hour to come down. That hour is tucking itself in now, so I'm going to follow suit. After I find the Gameboy to cuddle up with in bed!