Insomnia

Do you know what you get when you have a house full of insomniacs? And, no this is not one of those bad jokes like "how many Republicans does it take to screw in a light bulb? None. As the are all too busy bitching that shedding some light would cost too much and lead to THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT" (and I feel fine - though that might have something to do with the company I keep).

No. What you get are a lot of Star Trek reruns (Bill Shatner is one of the most under-rated actors of the 20th century) and the lost opportunity to walk across the hallway to the bathroom in your tighy-whities and take a leak for fear that one of the insomniacs is wide awake and reading Kant by moonlight.

You also get at least one guy incessantly abusing the Wi-Fi connection to the extent that the others in the household actually unplug it in the often vain hope the fuckstick laughing his ass off in the other room gets some sleep for once so they can too.

You also get into a lot of really strange late night conversations that are best left to college dormitories and after hours clubs.

There are benefits. Nobody really minds if I get the urge to shower at four a.m. or suddenly find myself craving lobster bisque at a quarter to two.

WSE