Superman and Some Mindless Babble...

Under no circumstances am I going to mention the fact that I was up until 4am, unwillingly playing a game of dodgeball using the pillows that I should have been sleeping on. And also, I will not mention the fact that I should have been in bed about the time that I was deciding that I would go out despite a) having already been in pajamas b) having already told someone else that I would be staying in and c) having, minutes earlier, recovered from what might have been Migraine of the Year.

I am happy, given the company I kept, that no one decided to play Superman and dive from a chair into the bed and hit me in the face. I won’t name any names here, but this person knows who he/she is…It is very fortunate for me that there was no “flying” because I would have been too tired to regulate anyway. And by regulate, I mean crack some skulls.

I fucking love the line in “Piano Man” that goes, “they’re sharing a drink they call Loneliness but its better than drinking alone.” I remember the first time I listened to the words and realized what he was saying, I ran into my room and wrote that line down. There is absolutely no significance in my saying this, just that I just heard the song and I remembered the sort of “A-ha!” feeling I got when I first heard it. Eureka, Billy Joel, eureka.

Fish Head should be in town now. I am really excited about seeing her, but at the moment, and for this evening, I think I am somewhat more excited about sleeping my face off. I can’t wait until it is time to do that. I am really surprised that I have successfully managed to fight the urge to curl up in the fetal position under my desk. I honestly don’t think that it looks to inviting down there, but at this point, I think there are very few places that I wouldn’t consider sleeping.

I just got a voicemail that consisted of, “Kicking you, Kicking you, Kicking you. This is me…Kicking you.” In a very robotic, monotone. It kind of creeped me out a little, even knowing who it was and being quite used to the occasional nonsense message. This one though, just made me wonder, "What have I done to warrant a kicking so urgent that it could not even be stalled until one could do it in person? What kind of horrible kick-worthy deed have I committed? And when will I have the answers to these questions?". And then I thought, "Whatever! I am tired and cranky, I will voice kick him back! And I will do it LOUDER." Top THAT, Mr. Voice-kicker.

Speaking of nonsense…Does this post have a point? Did I have one in mind when I started typing? Do I really even care?

Eh…