Man, I’m tired. I’ve been tired for the last two weeks. I’m not sure why. Well, I have an idea. I think it’s because of my bedroom ceiling.
You read that correctly.
My bedroom has a tray ceiling. In case you don’t constantly watch House Hunters like my wife does, a tray ceiling is a ceiling that angles upwards in the center to create a large inset in the ceiling. Some of your ceiling is regular height, some is slanted upwards and some of your ceiling is much higher. It’s a very desirable feature in a home, apparently. It really does look great when you walk into the room. However, if you are lying in bed staring up at the tray ceiling, it looks very much like the inside of a coffin lid. It makes it hard to go to sleep. If you do manage to fall asleep and then wake up in the middle of the night, good luck trying to keep from thinking you’ve been buried alive. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to have a nightly reminder of my mortality. It makes you want to get off your ass and do something, but I need a full night’s sleep before I can do anything. Also, it doesn’t help that we bought a fancy ceiling fan which has two blades that look like scythes. So, imagine being buried alive in a coffin that has two curved, whirling blades descending upon you. That’s my every single night.
So that might be why I’m tired.