All this pressure has caused my sleeping pattern to crumble way off. And I don't just mean "way" off. I mean "way off!" I can't seem to stay asleep. I am up for 2 hours fall asleep for 4 hours wake up for 6 sleep for 13 hours. Nothing makes sense. I haven't seen the sun in three days?
Do you know if it's still out there? I hope so. Otherwise it could get pretty cold out there.
In other news I have a headache. It's either from too much sleep or not enough sleep. Since I am not sure how much sleep I am actually getting. I can't be too sure what the reason for the headache is.
But I can tell you that my brain feels like it has been moth balled. And my acid reflux is acting up. My throat is on fire. Which will probably give me throat cancer. I don't think there is a cure yet for throat cancer. I hope somebody is searching for the cure. They'll probably find it just after I die. And no one will notice the irony.
But death is preferable to watching movies with my roommate. He forced me to watch Billy Jack. Billy Jack combines the 70's hippies movement, karate, Clint Eastwood violence, and street theater. Lots of street theater.
BILLY JACK IS JUST A GUY WHO PROTECTS
CHILDREN AND OTHER LIVING THINGS
5 comments:
My God. I had no idea that my absence was causing the entire blogosphere to collapse. I guess I could cobble together a collection of half-assed musings and lazy wit. You're worth it.
Evil Spock refers to hippies as the new stinkerati.
So fucking true. But some hippy chicks are cute and don't wear panties.
Gracias doc.
Gracias doc.
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