Getting there

Let's try this again.
Wake up
Take
20.
6 hours, 5 interruptions, 4 cups of water, 3 piss breaks, 2 puke seshs and 1 dream later.
4:51.
I need some fucking air. But I'm not risking it going down to the lobby, yet. I've got 9 more minutes till I'm meeting Jeb in the lobby.
I stagger to the window across from the kitchen ... I figure if I'm going to make it out of bed now is my chance.
The sun hits my face and falls warm on my body ... unusually warm.
I look down.
I don't even want to know why I'm not wearing clothes.
Whatdya know ... everybody's in chaos!
Looks like maybe I need to make another "anouncement". But man, if this is going to start happening like this often, maybe I should just make fliers or something ...
I unlatch the stubborn window.
It's understanding today and gives me no trouble.
I look up and smile.
I say thankyou.
It is hot as hell out. Why is it so pretty out?
Why?
Bubby must be thrilled ... I bet we'll eat on the back terrace tonight. Better yell down to Jeb to bring bug spray ... I know he's gotta have some weird allergy to garden bugs or something ... he just WOULD.
I try to remember what I didn't do last night and I can't come up with anything.
Something across the street catches my eye.
I stare long enough to see black spots for a couple seconds.
What the hell is that?
I need a better view.
I put on some dungarees and my cons.
O.K. ... and a beer. I head up to the roof. The climb up should wake me up.
Once up top, I pop my beer open on the ladder. Chicks love that.
I head over towards the west wall facing the street with the shiny thing that freakin blinded me.
I take a swig of beer and look down.
I see a girl ... she's the shiny thing.
In her hand she twirls an object that hangs around her neck.
Guess I can't get a non blinding view from ANYWHERE on this freaking building can I.
"Hey ... can you put that fuckn' thing away PLEASE? You're blinding me." I say shielding my eyes maybe to exaggerate a BIT ... she looks kinda cute.
"Aberdeen does nothing for no one jerk" she replies.
What a bitch.
I look down at my wrist. 4:59.
I don't have time for this.
I chug the rest of my beer and toss my bottle into the gutter.
I give her the finger and an old Italian gesture.
I fly down the ladder, stop by my room and grab a shirt and head for the lobby.
5:00.
Don't worry ... I'm getting there.