Brain circus insomnia

[Greg]

Snapped awake at 3ish. Started doing a rundown of things I should be packing and how I should be getting ready for the trip. I do enough of that during normal waking hours. I don't need to add to that amount during unscheduled awake times.

Although I really need to remember to bring duct tape in case we revisit DM's shoe mishaps.

Figured this deserved to go here as well

[Drunk Monk]

Well damn. I drank too much iced tea on the road home from Hetch Hetchy. And I discovered two annoyingly itchy bites near my right big toe. I got dozens of bites, but it was so hot and grueling that I sweated most of them off in an hour. Yesterday morning I got two symmetric bites behind my pinky knuckles, one behind my right thumb, one on my cheek, and two on my ass when I was using a cathole, but they were all gone within an hour or so. Now it’s just the two aforementioned foot bites, one on my flank, an a few along my forehead at my hairline - although I haven’t checked myself thoroughly yet beyond my post-hike tick check. 

So now I tweak and itch...

[Drunk Monk]

Still awake after my 4:20 pee. A bit of a headache and my mind is wound up with random thoughts about my life and the mundane world. I need to get up in under 2 hours anyway, but I’m hoping to squeeze in one more sleep cycle, just for good measure. Maybe it’ll reduce the headache:

[Drunk Monk]

Just popped awake with Bon Jovi’s Livin on a Prayer burrowed like an ear worm in my head. I don’t know why. Haven’t heard that song recently that I can recall. It’s not 4:20 am and rather distressing.

[Drunk Monk]

Dammit. I never did get back to sleep. And today is a big day - http://www.brotherhoodofdoom.com/doomFor...8#pid48908. 

Feckn Bon Jovi.

[Drunk Monk]

I’ve been awake for over 20 hours now and after a Teajava and a Koicha, plus a ninja flick, I’m still amped up. I don’t want a sedative because I’ll need to be sharp tomorrow. Maybe a shot of vodka...

Grateful that Bon is gone.

[Drunk Monk]

I was nodding off watching Olympic badminton and tucked into bed when Tara texted me that she couldn’t figure out her shower. She sent me a pic and I solved it right away (Dad skillz - the younglings as a greg dubbed them had not seen one of the old fashioned pull down spigot valves and I was delighted to be of service). I started texting Tara & Bri about their new place. They’re all moved in safely and figuring out their space. They found a gluten free pizzeria on Geary and were delighted. Bri had no concept of the magnitude of GGP. I told her about the bison & windmills.

Now I’m all awake again. Grrrrr

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

I was wondering how it went. Super thick fog up here, streets wet like it rained, foghorns ringing out like kaiju challenges. Great night to move into this city.

Also: GGP is fricken *huge*

[Drunk Monk]

Also: GGP is fricken *huge*

Right? Big enough for bison. Prolly squatches too. Hard to tell them from bears and homeless. 

The bison and windmills blew Bri's mind.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

Stowe Lake, with a fricken *island* in the middle that you can hike around and have great views, near the botanical garden by where you can rent a canoe or buy a beer...

It’s awesome!

[Greg]

I was woken at 1pm by an extremely wet thigh courtesy of Dani. I don't know if she just came back inside from peeing or was licking something on her leg. Either way, my underwear was soaked. After I changed, my mind went to full hamster whee as I lay there. Plus, I kept finding more spots of dampness. I also fell into that cycle of feeling I would never fall asleep again ever. I slipped into unconsciousness around 3. I woke up 4 to take the dogs.

[Drunk Monk]

Sure. 

Blame the dog.

[Greg]

Duh. Why else have a dog?

[Drunk Monk]

fair...

[Drunk Monk]

Fire alarm beeped to tell me a battery is dying. Not sure which one because it’s the middle of the goddamned night. 

I was deep in a pleasant dream. I can’t rememeber the details now but there was something about a friendly wombat...

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Alright. Climbed on a chair to pull in down and yanked the goddamned battery to shut it up. Back to the wombat.