Today I’ve been in a zombie-like state all day, watching nothing but VH1 and staring at a blank page, trying to will the creativity out of me.  Well, it started pouring out, anddd I’ve been working on a new blog template for this blog. (Yeah go figure) Let’s just say that it is going to match my current template on byJillian.com.  So, I’ve decided to step away from your regularly scheduled programming and bring youuuuu –

Pictures!  From when I delivered pizzas!

Feel free to sing words of praise here.

These pictures are from when I delivered pizzas in Normal, Illinois - Basically I just kept my digital camera hidden in the glove compartment in my car while I delivered pizzas, and took it with me when I saw a good photo op.

No, you are not hallucinating. I’m not sure where this is, but yes, those are shoes, and yes, that is a power line. ‘Nuff said.

The sun was setting and hitting these leaves just perfectly, I remember. Also, these leaves weren’t raked together, the tree was just BARE.

This was the biggest house I delivered to. (at least, I think so…) If I remember correctly, the part you are looking at in the picture isn’t even the HOUSE, it’s some sort of fully-furnished cabin or something on the same lot as the house. Their wrought-iron gate and perfectly manicured lawn makes me want to hurl all over this picture…

I remember walking away from a house, and this is in a large, abandoned lot right next door. The only thing left standing is this archway.

You know you live in a college apartment when… The landlords don’t have enough money to make the address more viewable! Now, imagine for a minute you are delivering pizzas: there are no lights on this address, and it is obscured by a few trees. Oh, the joy.

At first, I thought that this tree was covered in small spikes with white flowers, but, actually, it was some of the same flowers just preparing to bloom.

These signs, are EVERYWHERE. I delivered pizzas for only FIVE MONTHS, and I probably saw about 10 different signs outside of different landmarks.

The above sign happens to be right outside of this mansion. I wondered myself, who could possibly have that much money and own something like this? Well, I delivered there, and I can tell you with 100% certainty…

It’s a Frat House.

Anyone surprised?

I jerk awake on Sunday morning and look over at my clock.

“3:30AM” it glares at me.

I stick my arm out and wrench the covers loose, Sara looks at me and blinks slowly, half-asleep, too.  I lay back, close my eyes, and wonder why I woke up.  It doesn’t take long before I hear it.   Crying.  Faint at first, but it goes louder and louder until it sounds like a baby is wailing right by my bed.

My eyes snap open, and I look over at Sara, whose ears perk up at the noise and she is staring at the wall behind my bed.  I look over at my clock,  4:12AM.  I must’ve dosed off.  I swing my legs over my bed and stand up, staring at my wall.  The crying sounds like it gets closer and then further away, like someone is carrying the baby around.  I hold my ear up to the wall.  I can hear someone talking, but it sounds far away.

So far, that has happened EVERY.  SINGLE.  NIGHT.  since Sunday.

Last night I wake up at around 2:30AM.

“Pleaseeee let it be just for Halloween, the holidays,”  I say to no one.  I told my coworkers yesterday, and one of them said “What if they just had a baby?”

Oh, God.

I look over at Scrappy, who is sleeping in Sara’s bed.

“Oi, wake up!”  I say, wrenching my arm from underneath the tight grasp of my covers and hitting the bed, Scrappy jerks awake and looks at me as if she would like nothing more than for me to spontaneously burst into flame.

I slump back onto my pillow and groan, listening to the cooing baby sounds coming from my neighbors.  I take the pillow out from under my head and hold it over my face.  I wake up a little while later coughing…suffocating from breathing in the pillowcase.  I shove the pillow off my face and look at my clock: 3:45AM it says.

The crying is at normal volume again, and I can’t put the pillow back over my face unless I want a homicide investigation happening at my apartment within the next few days (”Died of Suffocation, Foulplay?” The headlines will read, I’m sure of it)

I’m considering sleeping on the couch tonight just to get some real sleep.

It’s either that or I go out and buy liquor.