Ho bisogno dormire.

At 5:00 this morning, our phone rang. I woke up and answered it. There was nobody there.

At 5:05 this morning, our phone rang. I answered it. Still nobody there.

I got up. Went to the bathroom. Brushed my teeth because it felt like I'd dumped the contents of a lint trap in there while I slept. Heard the phone ring again. Answered it. Nobody there... but a long low beeping sound.

By that time, Rod had woken up - and he never gets up in the middle of the night. We were both bleary-eyed. I handed the phone to him and he determined that someone was attempting to send a fax. To our phone. Which is not a fax machine.

We took the phone out of its little phone stand thingy in the hopes that it would magically stop ringing. That didn't work. Ultimately, we just unplugged the whole phone/answering machine mechanism and crashed back into bed.

So I fell back asleep and began to dream about my office. I dreamed that they had given offices to two of the carnies at my office rather than to actual "management" people. So I was sitting in my cube wondering why the hell I didn't have an office. THe guy at the next desk popped over and we had a lengthy conversation about how much work sucked. In Italian.

I haven't spoken Italian in fifteen years. But I woke up miserable and tired and the first thing I thought was, "Ho bisogno dormire. Sono stanco."

Yep. I'm tired.