not gloomy this morning, it must’ve been the burnout and overtired speaking, last night. many chores to perform today, laundry, walk, preliminary yuletide shopping, bills to pay.
still tired… got maybe 4 hours of sleep, but I really am done with snoozing for now. maybe a midday nap later on to catch up.
I think my current mindset is a mix of being overtired, mentally burnt out, and hypersensitivity.
tomorrow, I need to pay phone bill, rent, and begin winter shopping for b-days and yuletide cheer. also paycheck.
my brain is flatlined. creativity isn’t leaping form anywhere, I feel dulled.
I’m so tired. but I won’t be able to sleep…. I should just get into the bed and try. goodnight.
regained calm. reminded myself of some very good advice. “don’t worry, until you know for sure that you should”
will ask later, and then decide if I should fear or not.
Feeling insecure. First time I have, in quite a while. Love symptom. I trust her implicitly, yet fearful because my guard is totally down. This will pass.
trivia-
coffee beans are not really beans, but fruit pits.
so these two guys walk into a bar, right? and the first guy says to the bartender, “gimme a cold fardel on the jingle jangles, eh?” to which the bartender replies, “huh?” so the first guy says, “a cold fardel on the jingle jangles! didn’t you hear me the first time?” the bartender, stupefied, replies, “hey look, pal, i never heard of a cold fardel on the jingle jangles.”
at this point, the second guy, in disbelief, says, “what? what kind of bartender do you call yourself, jerky?” he pulls out a big ol’ hunting knife, the kind that rambo used to free those POWs, and sticks it right straight into the belly of that poor old bartender. that’s when one of the waitresses leans over and says, “what the hell are you doing? ahhhhh! ahhhhhh!” and she screams and runs out.
this isn’t a joke or anything. it’s just another example of what can happen.
Are U.S. taxes low compared to the rest of the industrialized world?
http://www.straightdope.com/columns/001201.html
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I’m reminded of the old computer Game Blood – An evil god has taken over the world, and you’re out to stop him. Not because it’s the right thing to do, not because you want to restore the world, but because you were the gods right-hand man and he didn’t give you what he promised. And that really pissed you off. Heroic actions, selfish reasons. And a fun game as well.
There once was a man from Peru
Who dreamed he was eating his shoe
He woke with a fright
In the middle of night
And realized his dream had come true
a monkey pushing a wheelbarrow, wearing a flowered vest. (NOT CURIOUS GEORGE!)
tentacle rape. is that a totally asian cartoon phenom or what?
every adam sandler movie – Adam Sandler plays an orphaned idiot/single-parent child who must overcome seemingly insurmountable intellectual barriers in order to save his grandma’s house/father’s business/uncle’s farm from evil developers/politicians/Bob Barker, all with the help of the child sidekick/girlfriend he’ll meet along the way!
Steve Martin only impresses me more every day. Brilliant.
every daytime tv-show – cheating teenage lesbian gang members reconcile with parents by getting a makover at prison bootcamp.
I like pie.
What if the Hokey Pokey is really what it’s all about?
I before E, except after C, and in neighbor, weight, and protein
I’m curious… what comprises the best breakfast in bed?
I like french toast with powdered sugar and maple syrup… some scrambled eggs, cold cereal, and orange juice with coffee….a flower with the morning paper to top it off, while my love snuggles in next to me….
other folks like cream, jam or other condiments with french toast….
what’s your ideal breakfast? (in bed or not)
http://www.chickenhead.com/features/chia/1.html
in the spirit of sweetalyssm and darktrain!
I need my sleep.
http://www.cvis.psy.utexas.edu/staff/Stern/hicksvids/
all the bill hicks you might want. I found this for my daughter sparky.
I reccomend saneman.ram
you’ll need realaudio installed.
.– …. .- – / . …- . .-. / …. .- .–. .–. . -. . -.. / – — / . .-.. .. … … /
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull’d by the moonlight have all pass’d a way!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life’s busy throng, —
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E’en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart, —
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
I love her, and she loves me.
*incredibly happy*