so for the last two nights, as i have been lying in bed trying to fall asleep, when it’s really quiet and ABN stops rustling the sheets – i’ve been hearing someone speaking softly.  scary shit…right?  it’s really really quiet – too quiet to be able to hear what is being said, or where it is coming from.  but it’s there and i can’t ignore it.

ABN, it’s probably obvious (and repetitive) to say, thinks i’m nuts.  he can’t hear anything – apparently i have elephant ears – because elephants can hear everything…right?  anyway, he can’t hear it and the more i point it out to him, the crazier i sound.  don’t you hear that?  and then he rolls over and the bed creaks and then even i can’t hear the sound so i think maybe its gone, but then he settles again and after a few moments of my ears “re-focusing” i can again hear the voices.

the first night this happened i got up a couple of times – running from room to room trying to figure out where it was coming from.  my iphone?  had i inadvertently left it playing? nope.  the neighbors across the street? not them either.  maybe my old ipod that has been dead since arriving in SF 8 months ago and is burried deep in a drawer suddenly sprang back to life at top volume?  nope.  maybe margaret, our upstairs neighbor was singing to herself again – she’s been known to do that afterhours – but no, this was not singing, this was speaking for sure.

last night, when i noticed it again, i started fidgeting with my alarm clock – EUREKA!  somehow, my clock radio (i know, i’m so 1987), although not turned on, was emitting a low frequency (i think) transmission of npr.  the only way i could get it to stop was to unplug the alarm clock – which isn’t really an option at all considering girl’s gotta get up in the am.  so while i know the source of the sound – for right now, i’m sorta stuck with it.  at least until i can get to target to replace my alarm clock…upgrade!?

i blame the late night voices for the fact that i didn’t quite get up this morning to do yoga.  instead i snoozed – for an hour and a half!  i blame ABN.  i never snoozed before him.  also, technically its not really a snooze – because i prefer 15 minute intervals rather than the preprogrammed 8 minutes alotment between snooze – i reset my alarm each and everytime.  which requires me to think.  and do math.  so really i should just get up.  and do yoga.  FAIL.

in other news, in the course of writing this post my foot has fallen completely asleep.

and i just finished watching MY FIRST PLACE on hgtv and the couple got in this weird argument over money and the woman’s face turned bright red and it made me really uncomfortable.

and i have this weird patch of sunburn on my hip (don’t ask).  and i have cold fingers and toes.  really.  cold.