Yeah I'm awake at 4 a.m. but it's not ordinary insomnia.
It's a cricket.
Charles Dickens was a moron.
A cricket in a tiny house like mine is a nightmare, literally.
I don't know why he's looking near my house. No lady crickets in here.
But he sits outside my back storm door where the sound goes right up my stairs.
I went to bed early last night and I did get some sleep before he started up. It was about midnight, I think. Two pillows over the head don't help, especially as I have nightmares when my head is too warm at night.
So I got up to interfere with the cricket's looking for a wife.
I'm going to booby trap the back porch with boric acid tonight. Let him feel cheery in a soup of water-molecule-ripping chemicals!
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