Sleepless in Ithaca

I can't sleep.

And I just realized that I'm really upset right now.

And I just can't sleep.

Nothing new for me but now I keep hearing a lady screaming in my head. Last night/ this morning at 4am I woke up with a start. Didn't really know why and sat there in a momentary daze until I realize there's a woman with a heavy accent screaming for help. She was yelling, "Help! Someone please help! Call the police!" Over and over again. She sounded really aggitated so I dialed 911. I was in a daze and tried my best to explain the situation to the 911 lady. For some reason I was upset and I could hear it in my voice. The lady asked me 3 times what my name was and was able to get my last name before my first name-- that's a first.

I keep expecting the yelling to start again. And... I'm really upset. This is surprising to me.

Anyway, so I'm kinda worried about the lady and I really hope she's ok. At some poin the yelling stopped, but I don't know if she got the help she needed. It sounded like it was in the little parking lot outside my windows. I wanted to help but really didn't feel safe venturing outside on my own. I feel guilty about it and keep hearing her screams in my head. I think I made the right decision(?). I just wish I knew she was okay.

And so it begins..

So I've been musing with blogging for a while. Which may be news to you unless you're Sean- who's the main person responsible for giving me the blogging bug. So if you hate this blog- blame him.

Anyway we'll see if I'm able to keep this up on a semi-regular basis. This way you guys can keep up with Maria and her adventures in awkward-ville-- a place where Maria is queen.