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Tuesday, January 04, 2005

This is a rough morning. I am surviving on 20 minutes of sleep, multiple cups of coffee, and one headache.

Oh the damn fish tanks.

Why are they such a hassle??!! Why are they so bloody heavy?!! Who’s idea was it to make water so heavy? Let's not forget that this particular tank is 30 gallons and sits up above my head. And it HAS to be moved.

It has been on top of the dresser next to my side of the bed for about 4 years. I’ve never even thought about it before, but now Earl says it's dangerous. He is convinced that it's going to fall on my head. He calls it “The Death Tank”.

Now I’m thinking about it.

If it falls while we sleep, it will land on my head, or worse yet, land on one of the dogs. NOW I'm paranoid and until it is moved, it is very hard for me to fall asleep. I got 20 MINUTES of sleep last night. I could not fall asleep for the life of me...

...Ready... Anxiety ON... Warp speed please Mr. Sulu... anddd cue the crazy thoughts... 3,2,1...

...I can see the dresser collapsing and the tank starting to fall – and me, trying to get out of the way in time but not being able to wake the dog... water splashing, glass shattering, one yellow fish flapping...

Oh, but heyyy! Let’s not stop there! Let’s start worrying about everything else, like the house catching on fire, robbers breaking in, cars crashing into the family room...

The thought of getting up and sleeping on the couch did cross my mind, but I just washed the bed sheets and they smelled like Vanilla and Lavender...

So there I lay and my mind continued to race. I couldn’t stop worrying about Ozzy because he was asleep by the dresser, so I lugged his 80lb snoring body up on the bed and tucked him in down by my feet. Earl said I was nuts. After an hour, Ozzy started twitching and dreaming like he always does (I think most dogs dream about catching rabbits, but Ozzy may be running away from Rottweilers). I hate that. The whole bed shakes. So up I went again and dragged him down to sleep on the other side of the bed - where it's safe.

Honestly, I don't think he woke up once during his mulitple relocations.

I finally fell asleep at 5am.

The alarm went off at 5:20am.

So that's that. My job doesn’t want to hear my excuse for being late because of a fish tank. So here I am at work, trying to get through the day, headache in hand.

Just thought I’d stop and blog about it.