Two nights ago, I woke up with a charleyhorse so bad, I screamed.
The last time I woke up with a charleyhorse, I woke him up, too. He held me so tight, I thought he was going to break me. By the time I could tell him to let go, the pain was gone.
This time, though, he wasn’t there. My leg still hurts.
The OTHER time I had a charleyhorse, however, Katie gave me a banana for potassium, which I thought was very nice of her.
Friends make things Okay. Being alone makes things hurt more than they should. But he always made my problems disappear with a hug. I miss him.
Last night on Lost, Locke said Boone died because of his charleyhorse. He said this as I was still smarting from mine. This might apply to my situation metaphorically somehow. I’ll try to figure it out tonight. I need something to do now that I’m out of sleeping pills.
This morning, I got ready for work while watching The Brady Bunch. It was the infamous Nose episode. At the end of it, Marcia admits to her friend (who I just realized is named Charlie!!!) that she played a dirty trick on him.
“You’re right,” he says, “That was a dirty trick.”
At which point my friend who was passed out on my couch woke up and asked, “Did somebody just call Marcia Brady a Dirty Trick?”
Today’s going to be a good day.