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This really sucks.
I went to bed at 9 PM last night.
9 Freaking PM.
I could have stayed up later, watched some television, and chatted with a friend. I could have done some important website work, or cycled another load of laundry. But I have to get some sleep soon, otherwise I’ll get sick again. And I don’t want to be sick.
Instead, up at 11 :30, and again at 2:30. It’s not like I’m not tired. I certainly am. But I’m just not resting, and doing too terrible much in the next hour or so will mean no more sleep for Bhagwan tonight.
I hate this, and now you probably do as well. I’m all about spreading the love. Que the long hair picture. It’s go time. This can’t go on. I have things to do in the next few days, things I want full, cognitive Scott for.
Bleep.
Sing it, brother. It’s like my brain has a fucking switch — “Oh, you want to get some sleep? FUCK YOU!”
Gaah, the alcohol doesn’t seem to kill the mean ones.
I’m living proof of that. Sometimes, it seems that those are the only one’s I’ve got left.
Of course, they’re also the strongest, and most agressive, as well as holding the bulk of my magnificent intellect.
Or, something like that anyway.
You wouldn’t have any happy longhair pictures, would you? I know somebody does. Skinny Shite jeans Bhagwan only counts in 90-93, and there was some anger then too, just not much of the long hair.
Stupid management training program.
The big box o’ pictures is currently on the living room floor — I’ll take a look, but it’s absolutely unsorted. The photo organization project dieseled out in about 1989, while working through pictures from 1987… it’s been “huck ‘em in the box” from there on out.