A steady rhythmic plopping disrupts an otherwise pleasant morning
So I never know what to be mad at when something like this happens:
This morning I was awoken at 10:30 (I know that’s not late but I’ve been sleeping until noon lately) by some sort of steady click or plop or thud. Random sounds are ignorable. Rhythmic sounds are intolerable and maddening–i feel that much more insane when one thrusts itself unwelcomed into my day…or especially my morning. My first thought that it was coming from my room–maybe my speakers were doing that thing where they click before a cellphone rings. Eventually I figured out it was coming from outside. I feebly peeked out my window but found no immediate source. I tried to fall back asleep despite it, but let’s be realistic here–not happening.
Anyway so I woke up earlier than I should have, didn’t have any coffee all day….i was tired tonight.
I just got home and was sitting in my room when i heard the same noise. So I investigated–only to find that a beach ball (something that hasn’t been used in at least the last 3 months, mind you) was sitting in the exact right position to catch this one steady driplet of droplets from the roof directly onto its center to produce this loud rythmic plopping.
Obviously this particular incident caused me no real discomfort–but I just thought it was funny. The exact right beach ball in the exact right place at the exact right time. And a fucking beach ball? What?
Anyway that’s my thing for now. This is what you’ll be seeing from me. 15 page essays about French borders in the middle ages, and bullshit about my volatile sleeping habits. So fuck you.