Bottle wipe supersedes it.

Today was rough.  The thunderstorms stopped, and I was catching up on much needed sleep, when at 3 AM, I heard shouting outside my window.  As I lay there, debating about whether or not I wanted to look out and see what the ruckus was all about, my cat took it upon herself to jump onto the window sill and (I assume), scold the culprit for being too loud.  She must have been in deep slumber, too.  So I got out of bed, and looked out the window.  There were 3 police SUV’s parked in non-parking spaces, apparently talking to a resident.  I heard the resident shouting obscenities at the police.  I rolled my eyes, and pulled on the jeans I had discarded on the chair before laying down.

I pulled on a t-shirt and went out onto my balcony to get a better look.  The resident seemed to be either under the influence of something potent, or perhaps having a bad mental health night.  The police were patient, as it went on for about an hour.  I got my humongous jug and filled it with water again.  Then I heard more cussing, so I looked outside, and the resident was laying on his back on the ground.  He was probably restrained, but I couldn’t tell in the darkness.  He continued to cuss at the police, like they had no business intervening in whatever led them to be summoned.  The next time I checked, they were gone.  I felt reassured that our police are excellent, and don’t murder people.

I was too tired to go back to sleep, so I got out a coloring book and my gel pens, and listened to some Bach with headphones on.  It helped me wind down enough to try laying down again at around 5 AM.  I slept until 7:23 AM, when the garbage trucks started banging dumpsters.  I proceeded to work, business as usual, but found I couldn’t focus very well.  We’re doing Lego stop-motion, so I was frustrated not to be able to contribute much.  I told them I’d make a soundtrack this weekend, so there’s that.  It’s a good thing, because it’s also one of the activities in my Depression Box.  I met with my therapist again today, after getting stressed out over finding out my lease was up for renewal.  I wasn’t planning to renew, as I’m moving to Denver as soon as I’m able to make the change.

After discussing my options, my therapist agreed that renewing for a year was a good plan.  It will allow me to pull off this major challenge of relocating to a new state when I’m ready.  My new unit isn’t ready for occupation, and I don’t want to stay in a hotel, or with one of my nephews while it’s completed.  I was bawling when the session began, but by the time it was over, I was smiling, and no longer freaked out.  I had no idea therapy could be so effective.  This isn’t the first time she’s helped me avert a meltdown, either.  I didn’t even know that was possible.  There aren’t words to describe how awesome that is.

My nephews are wizards with wood, and are making me some custom lighted displays for my vinyl figure collection, as well as a custom computer desk that will allow me to have both my gaming desktop, and my Mac desktop integrated into one awesome setup.  My bed design plan turned out to be hideous when I saw it in CAD.  I like to feel enclosed when I sleep, so I thought it would be an awesome solution.  I was so wrong.  Instead, my sister said to look into a canopy bed.  Apparently, that would accomplish the enclosed feeling without being a fugly fire hazard.  It was monstrous!  I’m absolutely not switching to a career in furniture design.  You’re welcome.

My nephew thought it was hilarious.  Architects can be such furniture snobs.  It would be annoying if it wasn’t funny.  So, no to this, (I’d never sleep):canopy bed with built in projection screen

Yes to something like this:

normal canopy bed

The good news is that Denver has stores like Design Within Reach, West Elm, and Room and Board.  One of them will have something that works, I’m sure.  I’m headed east next weekend to visit my Neurology specialist.  I’m going to head down to NYC afterward, and visit my sister.  Hopefully I’ll find some lowbrow artwork I love.  Some of my favorite artists live there.  The weather has cooled off, but at least there’s no thunder.  I’m pretty loopy from sleep deprivation, so I’m off to read, then crash.