Sleepless in Cleveland

I've been here for a week and a few days. Jeff is already so sick of me, he up and left. No, not really. He may be sick of me, and technically he left, but he is coming back, or at least I have been led to believe so. He is in Boston for now, recruiting. So, here I am, alone, in a city that has a slight chip on it's shoulder today.

The day was fittingly gloomy, as the entire city mourned the loss of Lebron James. But really, what can ya do? He made his decision, he aired it somewhat improperly, but ultimately, he made his decision. Whether he is right or wrong, only time will tell. Today the city decided to mourn, and rightfully so. I think by tomorrow they should move on, hopefully that will happen. It will sure make my time in this city alone much easier.

I hate being home alone. Not during the day. Sometimes I actually like that. But at night. Not a huge fan of it. I undoubtably have a light turned on that will remain on all night long. I like to have the hum of the television on all night too. Only problem, the cable chose today to be out. The only thing that it saves me from is listening to the whole Lebron debacle continue to play out. 

One thing I am extremely grateful for is that I can see! I still have not gotten used to the fact that it has really happened. It is a great asset when I must sleep alone at night. 

About eight years ago, I was home from college and my family was out of town. I had the whole house to myself. Again, great during the day, not my favorite thing at night. A new house, that I had barely ever stayed in. As any blind, paranoid freak would do, when attempting to fall asleep, I propped myself up into sitting position with my glasses secured safely on my face. With the hall light on I was sure to see anything I needed to during the night. 

After hours of falling asleep and waking myself up due to fear, I told myself, "screw it!" I was in possibly the safest neighborhood in America. There was no reason to be scared. In fact, it was quite ridiculous to be scared. So, I manned (womanned really) up, took my glasses off, and laid myself to sleep. I had gotten a few hours sleep when I was awoken by an ear piercing alarm. I popped out of bed and ran into the lit hallway. Holy sh*#, I thought, this is it! This is what? I wasn't sure, but it was something! It had to be. I began nervously running up and down the hallway when I realized I could not see a damned thing. I gathered myself, gathered my glasses, and then tried to take a calm approach. Was there a fire in the house? No. Was there a burglar? Maybe, but we didn't have a burglar alarm. Then, my glasses (good thing I grabbed them) directed me toward the sound of the alarm. My parents' bedroom. My father had never unset his alarm. His early rising @$$ gets up at 5 a.m. and the alarm was blasting through the hallway. Rather than turning it off, I was too tired to figure out which button to press, I simply pulled the plug out of the wall. That should teach him! 

Anyways, here I am, with the lights on, propped into sitting position on my bed, with no need for glasses because I can see! Only problem is, I am supposed to be wearing these protective eye shields for the next few days. Looks like that ain't quite happening doc!