I can't sleep.
It's actually been awhile since I've suffered from insomnia, which is surprising in itself. Usually it's a couple-a-nights a week thing for me, since, ever. But I think because I've been so busy and pulling myself in a lot of directions, I've been plenty tired at night.
Tonight, though, no such luck. I'm tired as hell, but it ain't taking. It's been a whopper of a couple of days, with the moving out thing mostly, plus there's drama at work with that douchebag who disappared on me back in the day, who somehow still has a job there, but is now content to just screw other people over instead of me. Of course, these people are my friends, and the fact he can get away with it at all just pisses me off. I also have a stalker. He's the busboy at a restaurant I used to work at in law school. He stalked me for awhile after I quit, following me around in clubs and calling me all the time, including the middle of the night, until I screamed into the phone one day that he needed to leave me the fuck alone or I was going to call the police. Good times. He actually did leave me alone for a good year after that, but suddenly reappeared a couple months ago. Luckily I've moved, so he has no idea where I am, and I actually don't think he's a threat to my safety, he's just one of the many thick-skulled men who can't take no for an answer. I ignored his six to ten calls a day at first, deleting his extensivly long messages. He even found some idiot girl, probably a current young waitress who laughs at his jokes, to call me and solicit his goodness and how I should try being friends with him again "because he's just such a great person!" After weeks of this, I finally decided to send a text message to him, because I certainly didn't want to talk to him, and told him to leave me alone, that we weren't friends, and I didn't want to ever be friends. Oh! But silly me! He insisted that we *were* in fact friends and that he cared about me very much! And on, and on, and on. I ignored most of the following messages, except now he was texting in addition to calling (way to go heather). I adopted a new plan. I carried my phone around with me even when I left my desk for a second, so that when he called I could pick up and hang up immediately, so he couldn't leave a message. That was my most successful plan. Least successful was trying to get his number blocked, because apparently they can't do that. So again, it went on, but he eventually stopped calling and resorted to text messages that were so long they had to come in two separate messages. And eventually they went down to one a day. Tonight I got a message that said, essentially, that ignoring him was only making him continue to talk to me, and that I should at least reply to ask him to leave me alone. Nevermind the text I sent last month that said, "LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE." So I adopted a different approach. I send another message, this one polite, saying "Why won't you respect my wishes to leave me alone? Do you have no respect for me?" Because most of his messages were about how much respect and love he had for me. I got another message from him about an hour ago (despite that I ended my message with "Don't reply to this") saying, okay, he'd leave me alone, and some other nonsense. I've obviously let this go on way too long, and I've decided if he contacts me one more time, I'm just changing my number, even though that would be a phenomenal pain in the ass. I've always wondered how you get a stalker. It turns out that it's "be nice to normal people who turn out to be crazy when you stop seeing them everyday." Who knew? What's weird is that even though he's the only crazy stalker I have, I could name at least three people in my life right now with whom I'm having a similar problem. That is, people who claim they care about and respect me, and yet show little evidence of that. Like they just do whatever makes them feel good, without any regard to what I actually want. It actually upsets me greatly. Who knows, maybe they just stopped listening because I talk in very long paragraphs.
Anyway, maybe it's right and karmic that I can't sleep, because I hear my roommate up and about still, and he's never up this late. Of course, the evidence is compounding to show that karma is a lie. So, who knows. Maybe I should go buy something online or something.