Uninterrupted sleep

Can somebody tell me what that's like?

I got off work Saturday morning at 7am. By the time I went to the gym and the grocery store, it was 11am before I got to bed. At noon the tornado sirens were tested and I couldn't get back to sleep. I was up until shortly after 1am, Sunday morning. I finally fell asleep (thank you, vicodin!) only to be woken up by tornado sirens sometime after 2am. At first I thought they were just being tested again but then I heard the wind. My bed is about 3 feet from a sliding glass door. Holy crap, this one was for real!! I got up and turned the local news on to see that funnel clouds were forming and a tornado had actually hit a Walmart (karma?). Did I go into the basement, or even the bathroom? No. I looked outside (the guy who lives behind me was out there!) Hey, I grew up in Nebraska, that's what you do. Just like speeding up when the light turns yellow or going out into the woods in a skimpy negligee to see what the creepy guy wearing a hockey mask is up to. I was up until about 5:30 watching storm coverage.

Skip ahead to Wednesday evening. My alarm clock is set for 8pm. I got to bed about 2:30 that afternoon. Around 6:30pm I'm snuggled in my bed, drooling on my pillow when the tornado sirens go off again. Gah.

I've slept through tornado sirens before, but not when the damned thing is right by my apartment! I told one friend I was going to go disable it. I told another friend that the sirens were getting old. He said that they were, especially since the last 2 times they've gone off, actual tornados have been in the area. Ok, so I won't disable it.

My bed by the door.



The siren from my balcony.




And why am I up now, blogging about uninterrupted sleep? Because shortly after going to bed I was woken up by a loud pounding on the door and and a voice yelling "Maintenance!" Why can't the apartment maintenance guys who come to change the furnace filters be young? Or at least attractive? I can't write Penthouse Letters if these people don't give me something to work with! I should just write anyway, you know that shit is made up.