I think I have mono. I don’t know why. I haven’t been near anyone who has it, as far as I can tell, but I am just EXHAUSTED. I guess getting paged at precisely 1:15am every night for the past 3 has something to do with it, but it’s KILLING me, whatever it is.
I’m tireder than a one-armed paper hanger who also has mono. (You can tell how tired I am because my humorous comparisons make even less sense than normal.) It’s 12:40 pm and I’m ready for a nap. I NEVER nap. I consider it an affront to all that’s good in the world; it’s not dark outside, so why would I be asleep? That’s CRAZY talk.
I once got into a really stupid argument with my wife about this; I think we were on vacation with some friends, and I was downstairs playing video games and carrying on and getting frustrated trying to beat some kind of level, and she was upstairs attempting to nap. Eventually she came downstairs and asked me if I couldn’t possibly shut the hell up, and I told her it’s daytime, I’ll make exactly as much noise as I want to. At some point during the argument, I uttered the brilliant observation, “I have no respect for anyone who sleeps in the middle of the day.”
It was not one of my kinder moments.
What I had probably meant to say was “I’m sorry honey, I’ll quiet down. Can I get you a drink? Foot rub? Vicodin?” but as frequently happens with me, the words that come out of my mouth have absolutely NO relation to the words that were formed in my brain. This is how I end up saying things like, “Sure, I’ll drive you to the airport on Friday at 5pm!” when what I mean to say is “Hire a bleeding cab, you putz.”
This all points to one thing: I’m a dingus.
