For those of you who don't know me, I have the condition commonly referred to by Americans as ADD. Anyone who knows me would tell you that I have a severe case of the (a for)mentioned condition. Whatever the case may be, I often find myself lying awake an night contemplating stupid shit that is meaningless and has no right even passing through my abstract thought process, especially when all I am trying to do is sleep.
It's not that I am not tired. I am
worn the fuck out! Regardless, my mind seems drawn to the most obscure and nonsensical things. It's not that I am lazy, on many occasion I have counted sheep forward, backward, by twos and by thirds. Then I start obsessing about the facial expression the sheep are striking when they jump over the fence...it is completely ridiculous and I am extremely embarrassed to admit that this is, in fact, my nightly reality.
Anytime I can fall asleep without focusing all of my exhausted attention on the act, I feel a sense of accomplishment when I awake the next morning. Sometimes I even pat myself on the back. But last my favorite bedtime thing happened. I went to bed as the thunderstorm was rolling in...it was great, the wind was picking up, the leaves on the trees were rustling, plastic furniture was getting tossed around on porches. Overall, a nice, strong wind. I love storms, so naturally, all of my senses were heightened. Then the thunder began. Boom boom pow (that's how it sounds in my head), and I counted to six before I saw lightning. Again, (will.i.am), and I counted up to five before I saw lightning.
That was the last thing I remember.
I was out cold. I missed the rest of the fantastic summer storm and I was especially pissed throughout the day because people kept referring to the thunderous storm that woke them from their peaceful sleep. I gave them all a dirty look and then walked away. I'm still jealous.
