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I Have a Bit of a Problem

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I’m home. We are going to have hamburgers for dinner and watch What If…?.
Harry is here.
Jen is here.
I’m here.
Where the hell is my cat?
What’s Vat?
This is not enough to make me want to start drinking beer, but if anything was going to pull off that particular magic trick, this would probably be it.
In 1974, in the lyrics to Working Man, Rush hinted at a love of drinking beer. Now today they have announced a Rush Beer. I believe it will be called Rush Canadian Golden Ale.
I don’t drink beer and don’t know anything about beer outside of the fact it tastes vaguely like animal piss. I do, however, know that Canadian beer is supposed to be much more alcoholy (that’s a technical term that I just coined. you’re welcome) than watery, awful American beer. So if they end up importing this into the United States, much like the first Rush record was initially only sold in the US as an import, it’s a safe bet that it will probably get you drunk.
Cheers.
Mr CPAP
Say hello to my good friend, Mr CPAP Machine.

If I weren’t in hell right now, Mr CPAP would be forcing my airway to stay open so that I can reach the lower levels of sleep and actually enjoy the health benefits of rest, while also having the side effect of stopping me from snoring.
But none of that is ever going to happen again because I am in fact in hell.
Bed Time is Never
So the TV is cranked and my father is sleeping on the remote. My mother is asleep on the chair next to me while the TV in her bedroom is still on and cranked. They are both sound asleep and I’ve just accepted the fact that I’m not sleeping ever again. My little “bed” is made and ready for me (it’s a two seat couch that’s about two feet shorter than I am) and my CPAP machine is hooked up even though I’m never going to sleep again ever. I’ve got noise cancelling headphones on even though I swore I’d never do that because I need to be able to hear them and I’m listening to music on my iPad at full fucking blast because I CANT FUCKING TAKE THIS ANYMORE.
I can’t wait to have to work tomorrow even though I’m never going to sleep again for as long as I fucking live and I am so fucking pissed off right now that I can’t fucking fucking think fucking straight.
Light
Three of the five bulbs are out and I don’t think they have any more. Parent sitting is underway.

Soon
Not tonight, my friends, but soon.

Soon.
Oops
I wear my AppleWatch over night to track my sleep data. I charge it to 100% before I go to bed, then put it on when I turn in.
At 11:45 I decided it was time for sleep. That’s when I realized I never charged my watch.
Think I’ll stay up a little longer.
Oops, dumbass.
Clean Sheets
Is there anything better than getting into bed after a long and stressful day when the sheets are fresh from the dryer, all clean and crisp and happy?
Probably, but nothings coming to mind at the moment.
