I did something to my wrist yesterday afternoon. I don’t know how or what but it hurts now.
Good thing I have this lazy neck invention I can use when my hands get tired from holding my phone.
I got up at 12:30 because I was having…not nightmares, but dreams with strong nightmare potential. But then I fell back asleep, anyway.
I believe I woke up singing.
If so, it wouldn’t be the first time.
I used to teach preschool. One time, years ago in the middle of the night, I shot up out of bed singing, “WHAT TIME IS IT WHAT TIME IS IT?”
“It’s 1:30, it’s 1:30!” Derek spluttered.
This time, I don’t remember what I was singing.
That Spanish kid with all the hair (I’m not certain he’s Spanish, but I think so), let’s call him Jorge, has a ring tone on his phone that sounds like a panic switch. And it goes off everyday in the cafeteria. And everyday I about jump out of my seat in terror thinking the whole building’s gonna blow before I realize it just that kid’s phone.
We work in a chemical plant. Use your head. Change your ringtone, dude!