Thursday, April 20, 2006
Insomnia Adventures
Ever see that creepy Robin Williams flick where he's an insomniac and goes around murdering people because he's got nothing better to do during the wee hours of the morning? I haven't actually seen it myself, but I hear that's what it's about, and that Robin Williams can be a really scary dude outside the realm of happy, Disney family films. If you're expecting to read on about interesting things like late-night murders, you might as well just stop now, because my own nighttime adventures probably won't be quite as exciting.
So last night, I finally stopped studying around midnight and popped Edward Scissorhands into my computer to watch a very young Johnny Depp look equally sexy and creepy dressed all in black. Nothing too eventful happened except that I was reminded once again why I hate Winona Ryder so much. The movie finished at about two in the morning, but I still felt pretty wide-awake, so I signed on to MSN Messenger to see who was still up like me. Carling was, and we got to talking about this and that - nothing in particular. After about ten minutes, she jokingly mentioned that she kind of wanted a coffee, and that we should go to Tim's or Denny's or something because we weren't going to sleep soon anyway. I laughed a little and said I thought it would kind of silly to go to Denny's as two in the morning when we weren't even drunk, so we just typed at each other for a couple more minutes. Then I figured, why not go out? It's better than sitting around here in the dark with that uncomfortable, everyone-else-in-the-world-is-asleep-except-me silence pressing down on me. So I told Carling to throw some clothes on, wait by the door, and I would be at her place in about ten minutes.
When I got there, she hopped into the car, we laughingly remarked at how silly we were really being, and drove over to Denny's. We sat in our nice booth for awhile, Carling drinking her (disgusting) cherry Coke and me carefully sipping my exceptionally tasty hot chocolate. We also shared a sampler platter, which, since the kitchen was out of onion rings, only sampled chicken strips and under-cooked mozzarella sticks. Still, it was a really good time. We just talked about whatever came to mind, laughed at all the other drunken people in the restaurant, and had a great deal of sympathy for the waitress who had to deal with them five days a week.
When four o'clock rolled around, we decided it was time to start getting ready for bed, so I drove back to Carling's place to drop her off. Earlier in the early morning, she had been telling me how her computer was having some troubles, so I offered to come in and see if I could help her out with it. I piddled around on that while we (very quietly) made plans for the Sailor Moon movie marathon we've been wanting to have for some time now. Unfortunately for Carling's computer, there wasn't much I could do except delete a bunch of useless programs, but we still had an oddly fantastic time just because we were doing all these normal, daylight things in the dead of night.
By the time I got home, it was bordering on five-thirty, so I tip-toed through the house to my room where I changed back into my pajamas, crawled under the covers and fell asleep for the rest of the morning. I meant to get up at eleven (noon at the latest), but due to circumstances only slightly within my control, I accidentally ended up sleeping in until two in the afternoon. Oops. I know I'm going to be up all night again because I just haven't been awake long enough for my body to start putting itself back to sleep, but I'm sure I'll find something to amuse myself until I finally drop off into dreamland. I probably won't follow Robin Williams' path and go out murdering people, but you never know. I don't have any good books right now to keep me occupied otherwise...
So last night, I finally stopped studying around midnight and popped Edward Scissorhands into my computer to watch a very young Johnny Depp look equally sexy and creepy dressed all in black. Nothing too eventful happened except that I was reminded once again why I hate Winona Ryder so much. The movie finished at about two in the morning, but I still felt pretty wide-awake, so I signed on to MSN Messenger to see who was still up like me. Carling was, and we got to talking about this and that - nothing in particular. After about ten minutes, she jokingly mentioned that she kind of wanted a coffee, and that we should go to Tim's or Denny's or something because we weren't going to sleep soon anyway. I laughed a little and said I thought it would kind of silly to go to Denny's as two in the morning when we weren't even drunk, so we just typed at each other for a couple more minutes. Then I figured, why not go out? It's better than sitting around here in the dark with that uncomfortable, everyone-else-in-the-world-is-asleep-except-me silence pressing down on me. So I told Carling to throw some clothes on, wait by the door, and I would be at her place in about ten minutes.
When I got there, she hopped into the car, we laughingly remarked at how silly we were really being, and drove over to Denny's. We sat in our nice booth for awhile, Carling drinking her (disgusting) cherry Coke and me carefully sipping my exceptionally tasty hot chocolate. We also shared a sampler platter, which, since the kitchen was out of onion rings, only sampled chicken strips and under-cooked mozzarella sticks. Still, it was a really good time. We just talked about whatever came to mind, laughed at all the other drunken people in the restaurant, and had a great deal of sympathy for the waitress who had to deal with them five days a week.
When four o'clock rolled around, we decided it was time to start getting ready for bed, so I drove back to Carling's place to drop her off. Earlier in the early morning, she had been telling me how her computer was having some troubles, so I offered to come in and see if I could help her out with it. I piddled around on that while we (very quietly) made plans for the Sailor Moon movie marathon we've been wanting to have for some time now. Unfortunately for Carling's computer, there wasn't much I could do except delete a bunch of useless programs, but we still had an oddly fantastic time just because we were doing all these normal, daylight things in the dead of night.
By the time I got home, it was bordering on five-thirty, so I tip-toed through the house to my room where I changed back into my pajamas, crawled under the covers and fell asleep for the rest of the morning. I meant to get up at eleven (noon at the latest), but due to circumstances only slightly within my control, I accidentally ended up sleeping in until two in the afternoon. Oops. I know I'm going to be up all night again because I just haven't been awake long enough for my body to start putting itself back to sleep, but I'm sure I'll find something to amuse myself until I finally drop off into dreamland. I probably won't follow Robin Williams' path and go out murdering people, but you never know. I don't have any good books right now to keep me occupied otherwise...
