Tremendous Energy to be Normal

Our temporary "roommate" Mule was having a party in his downstairs bedroom last night. They were laughing, and drinking, and shouting, and slamming doors. I was trying to sleep on the sofa upstairs and it was 2:00 a.m. Then 3:00 a.m. Then at 4:00 a.m., I went to use the bathroom next to Mule's room. When I was washing my hands, a girl opens the door and just comes on in.

O.k. I'm pretty friendly but I would have thought that if I open a bathroom door in an unfamiliar apartment, and see the light on and hear water running, and know that a stranger was using the facilities, I would probably say something like, "Oh, sorry!" And wait for the person to come out. But, no. This girl just closed the door behind her and sat down to pee.

GIRL: Hi! I'm Mule's friend!
ALICE: O.K. Well, I'll just go now.
GIRL: Oh, no, don't worry. I don't mind.

But, I did. I was TIRED and I had to go to work later that morning, and I just wanted at least one minute of sleep. I went upstairs to my sleep sofa and there were two guys sitting on it. They were dressed like pirates. Very elaborately. I just looked at them and said, "Walk the plank away from here!"

"We're pirates!" they yelled to me.

"And very realistic ones. Good job. Now get out," a very grumpy Alice responded.

So finally everyone was gone -- the pirates probably left to go back to the ship. But... no surprise there...the girl stayed in Mule's room. I could hear her talking and then...not. I think she even took a pair of my pajamas to wear. I went to lie down for some sleep, at last. Except half and hour later, the alarm rang.

Of course, when I arrived at the office, I was hoping that the pace at work would not be as frenzied as it has been. Every single day. But one can hope.

Or not.

Yeah. The day was as crazy as ever, with files, phones, and patients all out of control. Before I left at the end of the day, I answered a call from a patient who was demanding to speak to the doctor.

PATIENT: Let me talk to him. It's important. He called me this morning and we spoke for about five minutes. But, I gotta tell you, I wasn't really awake, sooo I know I spoke to him but I don't remember anything he said. Or anything I said, for that matter. I want him to tell me what he told me this morning, and what I answered him. Got that?

Yeah, I got it.

Here's my note: NUT JOB WANTS TO BREAK YOUR BALLS.

When I got back to Deacon's apartment, beaten down by the lack of sleep and the lack of rationality exhibited by many at the office, including myself, Mule's Girl was sitting in my, er, his room and talking on the phone. Apparently, she's staying another night.,

There is a lesson to be learned here. What it is, I don't know.