So many thoughts were racing through my head; thoughts such as:
Wow. It’s so quiet. If I woke up at 3:30 am at my old place, henceforth known as 2020 N Hell, I’d hear music blasting from the Beaumont and people screaming at each other in the street.
Which reminds me, I wonder if that couple I heard fighting in the street once at 4am on a Wednesday ever made it. Guy: “GET IN THE FUCKING CAR.” Girl: “FUCK YOU!” Lather, rinse, repeat.
My lower back hurts. I wonder if I can procure illegal painkillers.
I need more coffee mugs.
And wine glasses.
It is SO quiet. The sound of silence is wonderful.
Great. Now I have that song stuck in my head.
At least it’s a good song!
But it still reminds me of that scene from Kingpin
So, there you have it – it’s no wonder it took me so long to fall back asleep. My mind was racing out of control.