Haha! I just saw someone getting towed. That almost makes waking up at the buttcrack of 3AM okay... almost.
Last night I woke up atleast every hour to painfully numb limbs. I wax a bit anemic so it may be circulatory or, though less likely, a pinched nerve what with all of the falling and throwing myself about I've been doing of late.
I awoke with the word "redolent" in my head and want to use it but nothing around me is particularly fragrant. Fail. I'm making the last of my yogi tea and anticipate its being redolent of yum. There. That was pretty weak but atleast I exorcised that word from my brainhole.
Very excited about this weekend. I'm going to Houston for my best friend's birthday party. I anticipate hijinks. I used to live in Houston (or H-town as the d-bags call it) so most of my really good friends are there. Apparently there are a few people anticipating my being there in very disparate ways. It seems that people either really dig me or fear me (which is a little weird.) I think this is due to the fact that a few of them have pissed me off though I'm not sure what they think I'm going to do about it other than telling them to fuck off. I do not have a secret Popeye arm hidden somewhere.
I'll close on that: I do not have a secret Popeye arm.
Last night I woke up atleast every hour to painfully numb limbs. I wax a bit anemic so it may be circulatory or, though less likely, a pinched nerve what with all of the falling and throwing myself about I've been doing of late.
I awoke with the word "redolent" in my head and want to use it but nothing around me is particularly fragrant. Fail. I'm making the last of my yogi tea and anticipate its being redolent of yum. There. That was pretty weak but atleast I exorcised that word from my brainhole.
Very excited about this weekend. I'm going to Houston for my best friend's birthday party. I anticipate hijinks. I used to live in Houston (or H-town as the d-bags call it) so most of my really good friends are there. Apparently there are a few people anticipating my being there in very disparate ways. It seems that people either really dig me or fear me (which is a little weird.) I think this is due to the fact that a few of them have pissed me off though I'm not sure what they think I'm going to do about it other than telling them to fuck off. I do not have a secret Popeye arm hidden somewhere.
I'll close on that: I do not have a secret Popeye arm.