Deep-Seated Twitch
30 Jul
I stopped drinking Red Bull an hour ago, knowing if I drank any more closer to closing time I would have a hard time going to sleep. Walking around doesn’t help, nor does trying to get aerobic. My body just tells me to shut the frell up and sit back down.
Right now, this is all about getting to 8:01.
I didn’t finish the story about Amanda tonight. The whole bandwidth debacle at MacHenry’s sidetracked me to the point where I couldn’t focus on good, long-form posts. i promise I won’t make El Blog readers wait until we’re married in ’07 to tell the rest of the story.
Declaring myself President sounds like such a good idea right now. I have no idea what my first presidential decree would be, but I know for a fact I would abuse the power of the office, much in the same vein Adam Carolla would have in the late, lamented Man Show segment “When I Become Supreme Ruler of Everything.”
It’s as bright outside as it can be without the sun making an appearance. The Bastard Fuzzlets are running around like goobers.
Thirty minutes to go.
Great blog Devin, thanks for sharing it with me!
Have a good sleep and go Texas pride and all that…
now now, only your two Fuzzlets were.
Then again, our Odd Couple were as well. But they started around 4am. Walking on our chests, mewing in our faces…
at least Dick only has to worry about Pumpkin whining at them….
No wonder they spent the rest of the evening locked out of the bedroom…