construction

Stadium construction worker sleeping on the job (Photo credit: Shine 2010 – 2010 World Cup good news)

(N.B.  I wish I could be this guy.  Even he can sleep on the job.)

So I’ve been up since 6 a.m. and should have gone back to bed before the drilling and hammering and loud construction workers voices in Spanish started up at 8a.m.  I have to work tonight at 7p.m., damn it, is all I can think of at this point.

I’m cold so I put on a mauve pink sweater with a shawl collar, but I don’t want to turn up the heat.  The thermometer reads 71.9 and that should be plenty warm.  Perhaps I’ll make some tea.  Yes, some tea to help soothe my frayed nerves and that unpleasant hang-over feeling of not enough sleep and the realization that I’ll be up another twenty-four hours if I don’t get back to sleep.  I’ve just put a cobalt blue fleece lap blanket around my shoulders to ward off the chill but I’m still ice-cold like chilled steel.

All I really want to do is go back to sleep.  I don’t want to tell deep stories about my childhood or even shallow ones about my adolescence.  Not that there was much to tell.  Introverted and shy, I played the piano, churned out corny little poems, one of which was a grim take on marriage that won a school prize.  I was sixteen or seventeen when I wrote that poem and had no idea how prophetic it would become.  Or maybe it was just a coincidence.

The construction workers outside yell at each other because it’s so loud even they can’t hear themselves properly.  I feel so tired I can’t stand it.  I’m drinking chamomile tea out of a silver metal flask but I don’t think that’s going to help my tiredness, or my sleepiness for that matter.  I wish I had more time to   rest, which is ridiculous considering I spent half of my weekend asleep, dead to the world (which was delicious).

Sleep is itself delicious, like a melted butter on popcorn or meal I can’t get enough of lately.  Maybe this is how people feel when they crave a drug they can’t get, their minds desperately clawing at a place called rest.