Nando & The Sleepless Night

I woke up a few minutes ago (12:54am), from the heat and I couldn't get back  to sleep, so I figure I would use  my time wisely!!

I really need to get some sleep because last night I went to bed at 3a.m. Needless to say I was extremely tired at work today, which explains why I nodded off during my train ride home. (SNORING PROFOUNDLY ALL THE WAY TO BROOKLYN)  I disturbed a one-eyed Chinese lady sitting next to me who smelled like rotten onions. She kept poking me with sharp objects in a covert manner attempting  to wake me up. But not even that worked, because it actually felt good. Something about onions, sharp objects, and lack of sleep that just goes well together.

It was 4pm, I wiped the drool off of me, the Chinese lady, and I got off at the Kingston stop.  I reached my "home sweet home" and headed for my lumpy yet comfy bed. Actually it’s a futon mattress resting on wooden stilts, but who are you to judge me?

After pounding out a few lumps to get really comfortable, it became evident that the young teenager across the street had decided to express himself musically by practicing on his "OH MY GOD THOSE ARE SO LOUD" drum set.  As I listened to his version of several current pop-hits, I figured I would  turn on my radio to drown out the sound only to discovered that  my neighbor to my left was doing the exact same thing. She was listening to Celine Dion’s limited edition French Album.

The neighbor to my right, on the other hand, was drowning out the drummer with Old Julio Iglesias records. Now, as big of a Latin music fan that I am, Mrs. Clarke didn't please my ears with happiness when she began to sing along with dear old Julio. For some reason, Julio's songs don't sound quite as good in a duet  with a Jamaican lady. But hey, I’m no music critic.

I must admit that my appreciation for music, at this point, was diminishing...little by little. I decided to dart into the living room and attempt to nap there. Once I settled myself on the couch, I kept hearing "DRIP..tap…tap,…tap…tap..DRIP...tap,tap..DRIP" I thought it was weird how above the drums, Celine Dion, and the Jamaican Julio Iglesias concert, I managed to hear such low and soft sounds of "DRIPs and TAPS."

It was obvious that my roommate, the "JUNGLE Death Lady" who has every plant known to man, had watered ALL the plants in the living room. A few of the plants, which were over-watered, had begun the "DRIPPING" process. Of course this needed to happen at this precise moment, and who am I to get in the way of photosynthesis?  I left the living room. looking for sanction, and decided to take a shower. While adjusting the water to the right temperature for my petite yet masculine body, I found my roommates lavender sea salt bath rocks. I concluded that a nice warm bath would be more relaxing.

Apparently, I fell asleep in the tub and was awakened up by the loud THUNDERING sounds of my roommate’s KNOCKING. She needed to use the bathroom...and had been waiting for the last 2 hours for me to come out. Time flies when your asleep in lavender scented water. Needles to say, I almost drowned as I splashed around in the 4 inches of water as I tried to regained a sense of clarity. The nap on the train and the bathtub were the only means of sleep I got, which brings us to the present.

I am up because to the sauna, I mean my bedroom is so hot. The window is open, the fan is on, and my blood pressure is on the rise! Will I ever get to sleep? Will I ever get to the end of this email? Alright...I hope your day went better than mine.

Good Night,