Sleepy Ponderings 2… ANGER

The guy called again..

Last night… or rather this morning. For those confused, read this small blurb

Same, frigging number… what the hell???

AND… where the hell is he calling from?

I think he’s stupid as hell, but at the same time, I’m not going to give out his number… but where the hell has an area code of (250)???

AND… I was looking at the call log of my phone… looks like he tried calling about 5 days ago.

How many times can you call the same wrong number?

And why do you have to do it so early?

This morning he called me TWICE.

At TOTALLY different times.

ONCE at 2am…

ANOTHER time at 4am.

WHAT THE HELL?

I am absolutely baffled.

I just looked up where area code (250) is…

British Columbia. 

British frigging Columbia

This makes no sense to me.

WHO is he trying to call? He called five days ago once, yesterday twice, this morning twice

And I have a Toronto area code.

Is he trying to call someone in Toronto?

And not realizing at all that he’s missing by about 5-6 hours away?

Since I’m in frigging Ottawa?

Toronto OR Ottawa, frigging long way away

This is just BAFFLING to me. Even if I knew specifically what city in BC he was in, the difference is still huge! And he called five times.

How can you cal the same wrong number so many times?

And at totally ridiculous times???

I don’t understand this…

My frustrations at being woken up at such ridiculous times knows no bounds, and my anger early this morning at my phone going off was immense and soul crushing.

WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME AT 2 AM??? 4AM? SERIOUSLY?

This anger was translated from my frustrations last night, resolved as I finally went to bed, and dug up again as Placebo’s ‘Pure Morning’ (funny, now that I think on it) rang out and warring states of my mind groggily woke up.

One part says I should just hang up.

The other says no… pick it up.

It might be important.

For those who have read my other posts, you may guess I’ll be referring to Insanity and Sanity.

Well I have to mention now that IF I had listened to Sanity, I wouldn’t have answered the phone.

I wouldn’t have had that moment of “Oh shit, it’s the guy from yesterday” calm before the storm thought, before he said the EXACT SAME THING he said before. But at that early a time, any angry rants had to muddle through the thick screen of shouldn’t-I-be-asleep-right-now? fog. People have joked about fog before, talking about how it was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I remember a Scooby-doo episode where he cut out a fog cookie from the air and ate it.

This fog, at that time, was too thick for that. You would need an axe to even dent this fog. And the conversation was done too quickly for such actions to be taken my inner rant maker, my inner angry child.

“…Hello?”

“Oh, um, I think I have the wrong number”

“… Yes, you do. Don’t do it again.”

“Oh, uh–“

*click*

And so I hung up and spent a good couple of minutes being angry at myself for not yelling at him. Then the fog of tiredness came up and knocked me out with it’s solidness.

Two hours later, Pure Morning started twanging and then drumming me to wakefulness, and this time I listened to Sanity’s first bit of advice, and hung up immediately.

I now recognize the assholes number.

Of course, this being the second call that early in the morning, Sanity was now agreeing with Insanity, ignoring the niceties that you should observe when on the phone, and was urging me to pick up the phone and ask why, exactly, he was calling ANYONE at that time of the day, and then swear at him until HE was the one to hang up.

The next time he calls, IF he calls (hope he doesn’t for the most part), I hope I’m aware enough to ask who the hell he keeps trying to call.

Oh, and one other obvious question.

Sleepy Ponderings

Today I was woken up at about 5 am because of a wrong number.

The guy called again at around 5:30am.

I couldn’t get back to sleep. It is now 8:43pm and I haven’t had a nap, because otherwise my carefully cultivated sleeping schedule will go out of whack even before I get it entirely in line.

Something I’ve noticed the past hour or so is that when you’re tired you breath much more heavily. Like you’re sighing every other breath. After like 3 seconds.

But not.

And you breath very evenly as well.

I don’t understand this.

This is weird.

I want to call the guy who called me at 5am and ask him, in as angry a voice as I can get to, why he was calling anyone at 5am.

Why?

WHY?

And why did he call again at 5:30?

Why did he do this, and have me drowsy hardly a few hours into the afternoon? Why am I still thinking about my hard, even breathing? Am I trying to simulate sleep?

Breath.

Sigh.

With closed mouth.

I wish he could get eaten by a tree or something.

Nom Nom Nom... I Shall EAT You 5am Man! Blargh! Fear My Nom-ing Capabilities!

Oh, and you are now manually breathing. Just thought you should know.

So there’s a post on tiredness. It’s now 8:52, and I have less than an hour left before I feel safe going to bed and not waking up at 6.

Also, that’s a kickass picture of a tree. Your welcome for putting effort into finding that.

Someone answer why I breath like this while sleepy. I feel like I’m pausing 3 seconds between every breath because it needs to be so.

Sleep.

P.S. points to anyone who noticed the artistic balance in the pictures I used, and comments about it. Will draw a picture for you and post it on here if you do. post request with guess

That is all.