A long night

I know I should get to bed earlier. But as I said last post, I have never been a morning person. I am far more inclined to stay up until the wee hours of the morning. Most nights though, I try to get to bed at a decent time, usually after watching Fraiser and the back-to-back Golden Girls episodes. The problem is that on Sunday nights, my usual shows aren’t on, so I tend to get distracted as to the time if I start watching a show. Case in point was the Travel Channel’s Samantha Brown. This time she is in Latin America. While kind of irritating, I find her oddly hypnotic to watch.

Anyhow, before I knew it, it was 1 AM and I needed to get up at 6:30. I had just climbed into bed, snuggled up between my sweetie and the cat, and had just fallen asleep when I thought I heard the alarm clock go off. Trying to shake off the sand man, I focused on the clock. 2:15am! WTF? Oh shit! It’s the buildings fire alarm going off. Adrenalin hits quickly as I leap out of bed throwing the cat about 4 feet in the air. I wake K up holler at Triskal to get up and start getting dressed. Barking orders for everyone to get up and start getting the dog and cats ready to go, I charge off down the stairs to find out what is going on. No one’s around as I find my way to the alarm panel. Auto alarm on floor 2. Shit, that means the smoke detector went off. Slowly people are starting to file down the stairs to head outside and wait for the fire department to show up. I grab another board member and head up to the 2nd floor and low and behold…nothing. No smoke, no flames, just the blaring of the alarm and the flashing strobe lights. Shit, another false alarm. I head back down to meet the fire department that is just pulling up. In the go carrying hoses up the stairs to find out what is going on. People are starting to mill around outside in their bathrobes and nightshirts, some carrying their pets or other things of value. A few minutes later the firemen come back down, shut off the alarm and tell us that they are not sure what set the system off, but that everything is ok.

Now with all the adrenalin going and confusion going on, you’d think I could be a little more concerned. But all I could think of was, damn these guys are hot! All look between 22 and 35, hunky, short hair and drop dead gorgeous! I’m thinking to myself how cool it would be to be rescued by a couple of them. LOL! That’s what happens when I get woken up from having so little sleep.

Well we all head back to our respective units. K and Triskal now are wide-awake and neither can sleep. All I want at this point is to have all the lights out so I can salvage some of the night. Not too much longer everyone goes back to bed, lights off, and now I am wide fucking awake. I hate it when I can’t sleep. It is like there is not one position you can lay and feel comfortable. An hour passes and finally the sand man finds his way back to our house and works his magic.

Next thing I remember is K shaking me trying to get me up. It is 5 AM and the fucking alarms are going off again. I swear I am going to rip them out off the wall. I trudge back down stairs and sure enough the same fucking alarm tripped again. I am now so irritated I head back upstairs determined to ignore it and screw the fact that this one might be real. K and Triskal have just stayed in bed this time. Here come the sirens again. Our neighbors have got to just love us at this point. I calm the pets down, get back in bed, close the window and pull a pillow over my head. The alarms finally silence. Back to sleep again. K, unfortunately can’t sleep this time and just decides to stay up since we were suppose to get up in an hour anyway. 6:30 finally rolls around and the clock is doing it’s oh so pleasant “Good Morning” wakeup song. Not 15 minutes later, here go the alarms again.

I turn on the TV and drag my sleepy ass into the shower and try and wash away this friking night.