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So tired you feel drunk

2005-10-09 - 12:27 a.m.

Age generally kinda sorta makes you smarter. It's more of a whacked-your-head-with-a-mallet-enough-times-not-to-do-that
sort of smarter than, say, wisdom.

Really, what is wisdom except for figuring out less whack-heading through lots of whack-heading?

Tonight, like every night, this all means one thing: I know when to quit studying. When I feel drunk and my left eye closes near all the way, I quit studying. When I get tired and body starts to sway, I quit studying. When informed consent is toast for a brain that's on the roast, stand and set my body on coast, I quit studying.

And against my better lazy judgment, I decided to put laundry on. Underwear is a necessity, and while I may be a bachelor, I will not cross the 'turn it inside out' line. There are some places we fleshy playtoys were not meant to go.

I've felt better recently. The notes and phone calls have all been lovely. I've also been eating less and lost a decent amount of weight. This is a good combination. If I actually had money to buy clothes, size 34 would once again make sense. I'm kind of enamored of the frumpled odd hem look to my pants, though. You know, when you really have to pull on the belt and it looks like you're pouring cake batter, but with a belt?.....alright I'll just take my 'smoking phat crack' demerit and move on.

I take pride in looking either like a dork or an english teacher. Best thing that came out of visiting Vegas, besides seeing Tiff, was getting that master carpenter's jacket. It's this brown suede thing that fits perfectly. And you really can't get more 'you look like a school teacher'-ish than it.

I have a stack of sticky notes on my desk, one on top of the other, in five colors.

Taco bell sounds good right now. But I'm sticking to this whole "I only eat when I feel completely starved" thing.

The world would be a better place if we airdropped porn on Utah and filmed it. It'd be like the 4th of July with exploding heads. Makes "dancing in the street" sung by The Cure just a lovely fantasy, don't it?

Alright, I'm turning off the random machine for the night.

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