On any given day i get out of bed around ten in the morning. See, now i can hear the groans already. I have a reasonable answer for this. I am a chronic insomniac. I've been this way my whole life and know no other way to live. It's not all bad though, those hours I'm awake and everyone else is sleeping provide the perfect opportunity for me to get things done that i wouldn't ordinarily get to. But, more on that later.
My day generally starts with making a command decision on what to have for supper. I know this seems like nothing, but ask anyone who has been responsible for the evening meal for ten to fifteen years and they'll all tell you that they don't know what they are going to fix until they start to fix it. If they claim to always know what they are making, they lie, their feet stink, and they just aren't right in the head. Once that little gem is lined out, i go about picking up the clutter from the evening before and whatever the guys left out before they went to school. Following that i usually sew on something.
My sewing has fallen off a lot lately. I have so many things that are cut out or are nearly finished but i just haven't put the finishing touches on for one reason or another. More often than not it's because I'm in some pissy mood about something that is currently going on or has recently and you know what they say, attitude is everything. Well, if that's the truth then my attitude sucks. It's just a funk i have found myself in and I'm going to have to pull myself out of it.
I usually take a break from things around one o'clock because Tyra Banks is on. Okay, if you don't think she's pretty, check your pulse. Though i have to admit I'm more of a Queen Latifah kinda guy.
I'd give anything to just lay around with her one day and just shoot the shit. Just talk to her about life and the world and as long as I'm dreaming here, get her to sing a little bit of one of the old standards to me. You know, Bette Midler would work too. Crazy dream?? have them sing a duet to me. I'd die on the spot.
Anyway, i generally don't watch Tyra, but i do turn it on and listen while I'm futzing around the house. What I'm really doing is waiting on my judge shows to start. At two, the judge shows start. Judges Alex, Joe, and Judy the man hater. I'm some kind of perverse fan of these shows. Hell, everyone has to have a hobby right??
The guys get here around five as Judge Judy is going off and it's homework time or whatever the current thing is, like now it's shot put. Then Dinner around seven or eight depending on what time she gets home from work. Then we eat and clean up.
After that, i chase the guys off to bed sometime between ten and eleven and head that way myself. It's at this point that things began going south for me Thursday evening. After shower time and the like, it was time to watch CSI. Now i don't watch it on TV, i watch it on Netflix where there are no commercials and it only takes about forty five minutes instead of an hour. Well, Tuesday's episode of CSI Miami wasn't posted yet, but CSI NY was so i watched that and watched Donna fall asleep. I swear, she always says, let's watch xyz and then goes to sleep. After fifteen years, anytime she says, let's watch.... I just smile cause it's funny. I know she's going to sleep and she does.
Anyway, after CSI, i watched The Andromeda Strain. It was kind of a landmark film with a pretty clear social message and it's just a classic in terms of American Cinema. The story was written by Michael Crichton, the same guy that wrote Congo and The 13th Warrior, not to mention that he penned several of the ER episodes. He really is a fantastic writer. Be that as it may, the movie came to a close and this is generally where i get up and get me something to drink and to be quite honest, watch another movie. I was planning on watching Casa Blanca, or Key Largo. I was in a Bogey frame of mind. See i doubt it was quite three in the morning at that point and i don't generally go to sleep till around five or six.
So i lay back down and read a couple of flagged articles that i had flagged earlier and when i was done i clicked on netflix to go to the browsing tab and the following is what i got.
Site maintenance?? Really?? While I'm in the mood for Bogey?? Who do these people think they are. Eh, well i survived, but it really made me wonder what i did before netflix and i couldn't remember. I was terrified. How could they let this happen to me?
I layed there for a while deciding what to do and the next thing i knew it was just short of nine in the morning. I fell asleep and now I'm up an hour earlier than normal. The rhythm of my day or rather of my life was suddenly thrown out of whack. I have to say it is nothing short of a travesty.
While coming to terms with this and forming a plan to get my life back on track i got a call from my mom. My parents showed up the next day for a four day visit. I guess getting myself back on my schedule will have to wait for a few more days. I can handle that, what really bothers me is that my mother and netflix got together and ganged up on me this way. It's just unfair.
Y'all have a great weekend, Dave
My day generally starts with making a command decision on what to have for supper. I know this seems like nothing, but ask anyone who has been responsible for the evening meal for ten to fifteen years and they'll all tell you that they don't know what they are going to fix until they start to fix it. If they claim to always know what they are making, they lie, their feet stink, and they just aren't right in the head. Once that little gem is lined out, i go about picking up the clutter from the evening before and whatever the guys left out before they went to school. Following that i usually sew on something.
My sewing has fallen off a lot lately. I have so many things that are cut out or are nearly finished but i just haven't put the finishing touches on for one reason or another. More often than not it's because I'm in some pissy mood about something that is currently going on or has recently and you know what they say, attitude is everything. Well, if that's the truth then my attitude sucks. It's just a funk i have found myself in and I'm going to have to pull myself out of it.
I usually take a break from things around one o'clock because Tyra Banks is on. Okay, if you don't think she's pretty, check your pulse. Though i have to admit I'm more of a Queen Latifah kinda guy.
I'd give anything to just lay around with her one day and just shoot the shit. Just talk to her about life and the world and as long as I'm dreaming here, get her to sing a little bit of one of the old standards to me. You know, Bette Midler would work too. Crazy dream?? have them sing a duet to me. I'd die on the spot.
Anyway, i generally don't watch Tyra, but i do turn it on and listen while I'm futzing around the house. What I'm really doing is waiting on my judge shows to start. At two, the judge shows start. Judges Alex, Joe, and Judy the man hater. I'm some kind of perverse fan of these shows. Hell, everyone has to have a hobby right??
The guys get here around five as Judge Judy is going off and it's homework time or whatever the current thing is, like now it's shot put. Then Dinner around seven or eight depending on what time she gets home from work. Then we eat and clean up.
After that, i chase the guys off to bed sometime between ten and eleven and head that way myself. It's at this point that things began going south for me Thursday evening. After shower time and the like, it was time to watch CSI. Now i don't watch it on TV, i watch it on Netflix where there are no commercials and it only takes about forty five minutes instead of an hour. Well, Tuesday's episode of CSI Miami wasn't posted yet, but CSI NY was so i watched that and watched Donna fall asleep. I swear, she always says, let's watch xyz and then goes to sleep. After fifteen years, anytime she says, let's watch.... I just smile cause it's funny. I know she's going to sleep and she does.
Anyway, after CSI, i watched The Andromeda Strain. It was kind of a landmark film with a pretty clear social message and it's just a classic in terms of American Cinema. The story was written by Michael Crichton, the same guy that wrote Congo and The 13th Warrior, not to mention that he penned several of the ER episodes. He really is a fantastic writer. Be that as it may, the movie came to a close and this is generally where i get up and get me something to drink and to be quite honest, watch another movie. I was planning on watching Casa Blanca, or Key Largo. I was in a Bogey frame of mind. See i doubt it was quite three in the morning at that point and i don't generally go to sleep till around five or six.
So i lay back down and read a couple of flagged articles that i had flagged earlier and when i was done i clicked on netflix to go to the browsing tab and the following is what i got.
Site maintenance?? Really?? While I'm in the mood for Bogey?? Who do these people think they are. Eh, well i survived, but it really made me wonder what i did before netflix and i couldn't remember. I was terrified. How could they let this happen to me?I layed there for a while deciding what to do and the next thing i knew it was just short of nine in the morning. I fell asleep and now I'm up an hour earlier than normal. The rhythm of my day or rather of my life was suddenly thrown out of whack. I have to say it is nothing short of a travesty.
While coming to terms with this and forming a plan to get my life back on track i got a call from my mom. My parents showed up the next day for a four day visit. I guess getting myself back on my schedule will have to wait for a few more days. I can handle that, what really bothers me is that my mother and netflix got together and ganged up on me this way. It's just unfair.
Y'all have a great weekend, Dave
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