In the wee hours of Monday morning we had prowlers here at the Pseudos' condo. It was a bizarre occurrence, but no one was ever in any danger as a result, with the possible exception of the young prowlers. I'll tell the story soon, because it was bizarre in an "only in Utah" sort of way.
The only real issue is that, despite having been up since the prowlers showed up at 3:38 a.m. on Valentine's Day, I haven't been able to fall asleep tonight. It has nothing to do with the child predator that one of the prowlers pretended to be. (That't the "only in Utah" aspect that I'll soon detail.) It's just my general state of unease compounded by the knowledge that I really needed to be asleep hours ago because I'm slated to snowboard for the first time in a few hours, and I need possession of all my faculties in order to do so successfully.
I do not rationally believe that a polygamous abductor of adolescent and pre-adolescent women is lurking outside the window of the room where I am lying awake. For that matter, I don't even believe that my tormentors from my home city have made the trek to Utah to torment me further. Still, I just don't feel right and cannot rest.
This has been a fun trip for me, with only one vaguely unpleasant happening (which was 100% my own fault, and for which I was treated more than fairly) and I so hate to spoil tomorrow's fun for myself or for anyone else. I'm now experiencing some nausea and vomiting associated with my general state of anxiety. This does not bode well, either, in terms of the outlook of the snowboarding expedition for me personally.
I'm going to log off now so that if things do go poorly later in the day, none of the adults in charge of me will think I created the problems by amusing myself online all night.
G'nite, all. I hope any readers in proximate time zones are asleep, and I hope to join you in a state of slumber soon if only for a brief interval. A little sleep is better than none at all before a strenuous cold-weather activity.