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I can't sleep. Long story. I was up for nearly twenty four and then I managed to sleep for a few hours before having to go out to dinner and then I managed another few hours but now I'm up and here I am.
My feet are cold but I don't feel like finding socks right now.
I'm vaguely hungry. Should I make myself a nice fresh garden salad?
Should I go gym? Nothing's sore or ache-ing, which means something's lacking in my life right? But I'm responsible for taking Mom to work today, at what? Eight am? It's 4:06 on the Windows clock. Actually that's enough time if I just work back and abs... This is where it gets tricky, you see? I have to figure out if I'm actually gonna be able to fall asleep around nine am, presumably when I get back home from taking Mommy to work. I MUST sleep at that time because I got a class in the afternoon and I'm supposed to do something tonight. Now do you see?
Everything got thrown out of whack because Mommy's front tires got stolen last night, right in front of our frickin' garage! What makes it even more scary is that this is a real quiet residential-type neighborhood too.
By the time we got all the cop, mechanic, tow truck confusion settled, it was one in the afternoon. I was on no sleep and I had to be somewhere in four hours. Turns out I was two hours late but at least I got to see everybody. I mean, I absolutely had to go cause I even took off of work special for it too! That would really be stupid if I took off work simply to sleep.
Anyways, Mommy's all paranoid and she's having motion sensor lights installed out front. The part that really annoys me is that (due to my fault) motion sensor lights were supposed to be installed last year. Ball And Chain is gonna fucking kill me.
Mommy wants to get a dog too. Hopefully I swayed her from that one cause Grandma wants to put every animal in the world to sleep. Honestly, as soon as they begin some sort of program to put HUMANS to sleep, I'll be all for the process. I mean, once dogs can start telling you, "Yes, I'm not just tired, I'm fucking miserable. Please shoot me," then I'll be all for putting them to sleep but until then, people are just making assumptions.
I feel we should be able to put humans to sleep as well. I know a lot of people that are suffering and not contributing to the advancement of the human race. Take the Hairy Editor for instance. There is just so much negativity in that boy... It just must be a miserable existence for him. He must wake up in the morning and think to himself. "Oh Gaaaaaawd, another day. More things to find to dislike." I swear, it's like he gets paid to find the down side to something. We should print him up business cards that list his occupation as Professional Bubble Burster.
If it wasn't for wanting to see everybody from Writing Goddess's class again, I wouldn't have shown up for dinner tonight. The Hairy Editor is getting on my nerves THAT much already. On top of that, I have class with him so I have to hear him listen to his own voice. He calls it Participation. I call it Pretension. But then I shouldn't really complain. Without him, I wouldn't have had the basis for a genuinely annoying main character for the book. (Which reminds me, mental note: start fucking working on it soon.)
Oh, and you know what really fucking bugs me? He's the type that refuses to like anything that's popular and mainstream. Getting on my ass about this whole Real World thing on Spunker and... AAAAAHHHHH!!! FUCK OFF ALREADY!!!!! I swear, he only likes shit that's obscure or something no one's ever heard of. We were all looking through Border's and when I saw him holding a copy of a book I can't remember, I go, "Shit, you can't read that. It made too much money."
It was nice seeing everyone even though Michelle Yeoh had to go right when I got there. Dog Girl might actually do an article for Spunker. Surf Boy actually told me to send him topics. Not bad.
At the Hairy Editor's request, the Indian launched into a shpiel about some kinda Goddess of Death and Hindu myth. According to that myth, we all are living in the age of darkness right now, which brought the fun factor down to zero of course. The Indian went on saying that this is true since we're surrounded by so much rampant commercialism, materialism, and all kinds of other bad -isms.
I couldn't resist. "Don't forget Ricki Lake!"
I give the Indian credit, man. He's got a sense of humor for a Hindu. (I'm kidding! I love Hindus. That perpetual incense smell on them is intoxicating.) Then everyone started talking about various Jerry Springer episodes and how there's a whole line of t-shirts with Jerry's picture and the word "Satan" on it.
I could have sworn the Hairy Editor was giving me stink eye.
Two Michael Douglas movies in a row? Coinkidink.
Romancing The Stone was one of the all time coolest films ever made. (In films, crocodiles should always chomp off someone's hand.) So someone please explain to me this intense piece of stinking shit sequel. The only good thing about it was a kinda nice title song. That's basically it.
I've heard that Michael Douglas, Kathleen Turner, and Danny DeVito all want to make a third one. As long as they don't get together with anyone responsible for The Jewel Of The Nile. It would be nice to see Kathleen Turner around again. Only thing is, right now she must be what? Pushing seventy?
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