So, my husband says to me, “You can’t write another rant—they’ll think you’re…cranky. You should write one of the happy nature pieces.”
Well, maybe he’s right, but the truth is…I am cranky. I mean, who wouldn’t be after about two hours of sleep.
Our neighbor had a party last night. One of those all-nighters.
So, it gave me a whole new concept of just what hell might be like: Karaoke Top-40 hits from the 70’s and 80’s, sung by drunken middle-aged party animals, over and over and over again, accompanied by a drummer who played like a six-year old who just got a drum set for Christmas. Yeah, I can imagine hell being like this—a sort of Satan’s Singalong. Had it not been for the fact that we had plans to go out very early this morning, it probably would have been funny. I gave up trying to sleep and pulled out a book, so I got to hear drummer boy’s progress as the night progressed and he became more inebriated. He eventually abandoned all pretense of playing with the karaoke and just started randomly banging, so that it sounded like someone was using a jackhammer outside our window.
I never did do more than doze, but I guess it’s just as well. Had I slept well enough to dream, I can imagine the nightmares…of Beelzebub in a hardhat, smirking as he jackhammers the streets of Hell.