What the hell?

This is weird...

I hear the rats again. They're early tonight. But... I think I might be hearing things.

The squeaking doesn't sound like squeaking anymore... It's weird... Like some sort of quiet, muffled screaming.


And the scratching. I think... It sounds almost like whispering. It seems like English...

I'm worried the docs were right... I think I might actually be becoming schizophrenic.

I don't like this one fucking bit, but that whispering... I need to find out what it's saying...

Strike two

The docs did something really weird tonight. I thought they would be angry (or at least disappointed) that I didn't get that post up like I said I would, but they suddenly don't seem to care. Last week all they wanted me to talk about was my mother and my childhood, trying to find some sort of Freudian source of my anger, I guess, and when the session ended, they said I should put up a post talking more about my childhood so they can build off of it for this week.

But they seemed really interested in the rat problem we've been having. REALLY interested. Seriously, the only reason I put that here is because I got sucked in to the fucking blogging, not because it was related to my problems at all. And you assholes seem to think it's related somehow.

I'm not schizophrenic. I'm not hearing voices telling me what to do, I'm not hallucinating, I'm hearing goddamn rats! Maybe if the rats were telling me to kill Chelsea because she's cheating on me, I'd be worried, but it's just random scratching and squeaking. Why in the world would I be hallucinating THAT?!

I'm going to remind you that I'm the one paying you, I'm the one expecting results, and if you resort to stupid bullshit like this, I WILL stop paying you. I don't care if my job is on the line, if you think you'll leech a penny off of me through these antics, by prolonging my problems, you will find yourself one client short.

This is your final warning. I'll work on that post about my mother, but don't expect me to do stupid shit unless there is a GOOD reason for it.

Well, that was a waste of time and money

The exterminator came yesterday, but couldn't find any evidence of an infestation. No holes, no droppings, nothing at all to suggest that rats have taken residence or even ever lived here. Of course, the house was devoid of the scratching and squeaks while he worked, but after he left, sometime late in the evening, it started up again.

I talked to Chelsea about it earlier, and she said she didn't notice any noises during the day. It seems it only happened late at night, after she falls asleep. It didn't really surprise me that the sounds woke me, but not her, since I'm a fairly light sleeper, and she's slept through tornado sirens before. So I woke her. And she said she didn't hear anything. She may be a deep sleeper, but she's not deaf... I don't really know what's going on, but I'll think of something later.

I discovered that, while extremely uncomfortable, wearing earplugs helps with sleeping. So for the first night in a while, I've gotten some relatively good sleep. I'm still a little off, but I'll do some thinking and try to get that post in for the docs later tonight.

Small Update

Just a quick post so the docs won't try and bug me today. I wanted the exterminator over yesterday, but Chelsea was a bit leery of having someone over on Friday the 13th... It seems like a stupid superstition, but I guess it's not a big enough deal to bother with. The exterminator will be over later this afternoon, and I'll try to get a post up tomorrow if I can get a good night's sleep tonight.