I remember a few days ago my family was being REALLY loud and woke me up. I came out bitching (I’m pretty mean in the mornings) about how they were inconsiderate bastards and how some of us are fucking tired! and blah, blah, blah. It was about 3 o’clock in the afternoon. Oops. I’d give my left foot for another hour of sleep today though. Can’t… stop… yawning. And my eyes burn. And I look like I just came off a 12 day crack binge. I suppose going to bed before 5am would be a good idea.
Oh yes…I am the very model of the modern night owl. Must be genetic. I remember being a little kid and my mom asking my dad at 11:00 at night if he’d drink another pot of coffee.
Midnight tea is a common beverage when I visit home. sniff Makes me miss my mom and dad.
before 5 o’clock…yeah, that would be where I’m going wrong! & sorry silver, I don’t have a spare hour of sleep to trade (nor somewhere to keep the foot…I must have a clear out one of these days when I’m not in chat )
<dreamily> Now now, struuter, you’ll never reach that spot on your lower back…you’d better let me put on the tanning lotion…huh? Fierra and Mermaid wanna help? Well, pleeease, be my…
<snort>
<Wakes up>
Whazzis? Wait…I’m…I’m me! I remember it all! Every last bit! Even the…oh my God! “The Thread Hunter”? What was I thinking?
Ah, well. Guess it’s all done. I could really go for a knish right about now…
Hey, who turned off the lights? Guys? Where is everybody?
Guys? This isn’t funny…
Ewwwwwwwwwww…why’s there slime all over the place…
<lights a match, sees a formation shaped exactly like Howard Stern’s but wrapped in sellophane>
Wouldn’t it be fun if we all met up and invading a grocery store and each bought one of the same thing? But something really weird, like a can of peas or something.