Gronk. Someone needs to wash the sand out of my eyes, or pull the toothpicks out so I can go to bed. It's too early, though, so I guess I'll leave them there for a little while longer.
Wake me up when it's time to go to bed, k?
'Shindig'
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Gronk. Someone needs to wash the sand out of my eyes, or pull the toothpicks out so I can go to bed. It's too early, though, so I guess I'll leave them there for a little while longer.
Wake me up when it's time to go to bed, k?
Ah, well in that case, no.
Ha! Too late, 'cause I already WENT home!
Where the radiators are making too much noise, but at least I'm not at work.
Aimee! Cool. I'll see you then.
No laughing if I fall down.
But smiling's okay, right?
Yeah, okay.
However, hearing Muzak versions of Duran Duran and Cyndi Lauper still freaks me out.
A few years ago I was out with my parents when I heard a Muzaked version of U2's "Pride." I don't think they quite understood why it was the wrongest wrong thing ever, but they made sympathetic noises.
A few years ago I was out with my parents when I heard a Muzaked version of U2's "Pride."
I really want to hear Bill Murray do a lounge version of this now. "In the nammeeeee t snap snap of Luvvvv, Bay-beee. Inthenameof...Love."
Ha! Too late, 'cause I already WENT home!
Uh oh. The stars (or popstars, whichever -strology you prefer) say you shouldna done that.
Wow.
I woke up, and it was dark, and I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep, and the buzzer was ringing. It was close to eight. I couldn't believe it. I'd slept the entire night. It was the next morning, and there must be some maintenance guy wanting to come in. No wonder I felt so tired. I couldn't even remember when I'd lay down in bed. Oh man, how could I have slept away Wednesday night? I had things to do. I had a career counseling meeting at 10:30 this morning. The buzzer kept ringing. God, I had slept over twelve hours. I buzzed the person in. Boy, that was some sleep. The person opened the door.
It was Melanie, come over because it was Wednesday night, and it was time to watch last week's Alias that she'd missed before the new one.
It was nearly eight p.m. I'd slept about two hours.
I win at gronk.