I’m becoming increasingly nocturnal. Today is a perfect case in point. It’s 10 p.m. as of this writing and I just got up.
Yeah, that’s about right.
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Or at least I THINK I’m up ….
I’m in a really, really bad mood tonight. Since I’ve been down here in the 2T I haven’t had enough sleep. Now even the smallest things are setting me off. You know, like light and sound.
And the constant Honey Boo Boo promos aren’t helping.
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Yes, Σ’s obsession with TLC continues. She says she doesn’t like Honey Boo Boo, but I have my doubts.
I’m in the 2T for the weekend. Between yet another night of little to no sleep, the drive from the Command Center, containing Σ and Mom watching a 1968 rerun of The Lawrence Welk Show not 15 feet from me, I believe I’ve met the perfect storm.
The perfect storm of my undoing. A one and a two ….
It’s an inescapable wave of fatigue and setting lotion. Damn near impossible to avoid under these conditions.
I spent today doing something resembling real work. Shocking, isn’t it?
Over the past 24 hours SB and my other sites have earned a grand total of … 13 cents. Since I don’t live in Bangladesh, I need to improve upon that number.
Contrary to popular belief, Idaho isn’t that cheap.
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Unfortunately, I’ve run into some problems ….
When I’m not blogging or herding cats, one of my favored pastimes is borrowing CDs at the library down the street. The scheme is simple. First, I log on to my account, find CDs and put them on hold. When they make their way to my library branch, I check them out. Then I take them home, rip them, and bring them back in short order. Rinse and repeat. It works out well.
Thus far I haven’t had many problems with scratched CDs.
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It works until CDs become completely obsolete, anyway. While we wait for that, let’s take a look back at where CDs came from, shall we?
I don’t mean to sound sexist in any sense, but I’m increasingly of the opinion that I need a personal assistant more than a girlfriend.
I promise it wouldn’t turn into an Andy Dick situation.
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Why’s that? Well, the plain truth is I’m probably more of a bachelor than even bachelors should be. It’s getting that bad around here.
As a writer, I really hate having absolutely no inspiration whatsoever. Recently Sunday evenings have been the worst. It’s hard to write about your condition when you have no condition.
I’ve often wondered out loud if I should start taking Sundays off from SB, but to date I haven’t made any sort of firm commitment.
“So another throwaway post, eh Lane?”
A couple months ago I attempted to reset myself by staying up all night and throughout the next day. It didn’t help much, but at least then I did it on purpose.
Today’s “reset” was totally inadvertent. I tried to get some sleep earlier, but weird dreams are all I have to show for it.