vampires
late, late at night when my little hospital is all buzzes from flourescent lights and the crying ghost baby, one would think words would pour forth from my brain and through my fingers. meaningful, important words that would inspire and heal others.
one would be wrong.
when i am at work, i am at best an attention deficient, horny, potty mouthed 30-something woman and at worst an attention deficient, horny, potty mouthed 14 year old boy.
it’s all glo-zell youtube’s and LOLcats and “take me on your buggy”. i’ve got jimmy buffet pandora on the 1′s and 2′s and a coca-cola iv drip. i eat shit like skittles and gas station hot dogs. well, i used to eat the hot dogs. the little town i work in now doesn’t have an all night convenience store. pity them, because i was their best customer.
i send and receive insane text messages from my insomniac cousin and the on-duty law enforcement. if i’m lucky, my bff can’t sleep either and i catch her “online” and text her my undying affection, too.
my momma and i have this weird thing where we can feel each other if we’re awake when we shouldn’t be, and seriously y’all, i wish my momma would start tweeting the shit that comes to her in the wee hours. we could sell a million copies of it.
so, fellow freaks, what do YOU do in the middle of the night???
I’m guessing that the text messages that you are referring to from that “insomniac cousin” would be mine….cause hey I’m no late nite law enforcement although I damn sure think I’d make an amazing one and could still make time for those insane middle of the night texts that you have grown to love so much and probably would think I was dead if you didn’t receive them!!!! LMAO
xoxo you crazy insomniac. what would i do without you?
Tryptonite Baaabyyy
I am forever in school, so I am studying and watching late night sci-fi movies.
ugh…studying. the reason my mediocrity knows no bounds and i’ll never go back to school.
I think I may be a perpetual student. School can be maddening, but I love being a student.
my feeble brain just couldn’t hack it.
Sometimes I miss working midnights. I had a routine. I kept mello yellow, coffee mate, and steak & shake in business. I could recite any Girls Gone Wild commercial. I knew all the VH1 top 20 countdown songs. Twitter wasn’t around, Facebook wasn’t either. I gossiped with coworkers. I took smoke breaks with the smokers. I know about those hospital ghosts…they often live in the elevators.
Glad you are well entertained on your shift.
I work days now. It’s drama, drama, drama all the freaking time. I miss my midnight steak & shakes.
it is! it’s all admin and who’s what with who…borrring.
Fuck. I’m old. I sleep in the middle of the night. Ok, I occasionally field a text from my little sister in CA, who we affectionately call “The Choo-Choo” (seriously, we have her text alert set to a train whistle sound) because she’ll send a single “Whatcha’ doin?” text and then not respond beyond that. At like 2AM. Freak.
i may have sent a few of those, myself. and do tell the choo-choo story…