Thursday, November 16, 2006

I spent the majority of my evening talking to friends and family, while sipping glasses of fine($5.99) wine. Eventually I worked myself into a nice sleepy state, and I went to bed a bit tipsy, but very happy that sleep would finally come my way. About two and a half hours later, my sleep was interrupted by a good friend of mine who wanted to talk. At first I did my usual, "I'm not sleep go ahead and talk to me routine"(which is bullshit), but then I woke up and heard what she had to say. And then the longer I talked the more angry I got, because I realized that going back to sleep was a dream of the pipe variety. So then I began to curse and raise my voice at this person for interrupting my sleep, and this was dead wrong. During the next hour or so that I stayed awake, I thought about my temper once again, and how it can get out of hand. I've actually done a good job as of late, of keeping it in check, but I lost it last night. I'm on the fence in terms of whether I need therapy or not. I need to rename this blog, and call it the "Sleep Deprivation Chronicles", because that's where all my material is coming from.

Other morning observations:

- I forgot my umbrella this morning, and it is raining like Noah's arrival is pending. When I got on the train it wasn't raining, when I got off the rain was here. I coolly dipped into my man purse to get my umbrella, and I realized it wasn't there. So I spent the next 5 minutes trying to be silky smooth while getting wet..it didn't work. Now I have to buy a $10 umbrella from the homeless man on the street, who I constantly avoid day to day..

-This is a terrible thing to admit, and I know it has more to do with my own insecurities, but for some reason I can't stand to see folks reading the Bible in the morning on the train. Every time I see it, I want to snatch the book from them, throw it across the train, and then scream on them and say, "NOW WHAT?!". Why can't they read the paper, listen to music, or read mindless sex novels like the rest of us? Its the equivalent of that student in high school who would be in class 5 minutes early studying..its like yeah you're smart and everything, but why make the rest of us look bad? Again, this logic is seriously flawed, but who the hell cares..

-Everyone needs to watch Scrubs. The writing is fantastic, the dialogue is quick and witty, and they are able to successfully walk that tightrope between comedy and seriousness. Excellent show.

-Everyone also needs to visit my friend's site entitled: Rum and Cake. As the holiday season approaches, these are excellent gifts for girlfriends, moms, grandmothers and men who have a touch of the gay.

And now, a song by Sting: Shape of my Heart.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

I do the same thing...fall sleep, here the phone ring, answer it, and proceed to try to hold a convo with someone knowing I'm dead tired. Only to discover that I never officially go off the phone with them when I find my cell phone in under my sheets.

Oh, and I HATE when I forget my umbrella! It's the worse...lol. You can only be so cool while dripping wet.

Anonymous said...

I do the same thing...fall sleep, here the phone ring, answer it, and proceed to try to hold a convo with someone knowing I'm dead tired. Only to discover that I never officially go off the phone with them when I find my cell phone in under my sheets.

Oh, and I HATE when I forget my umbrella! It's the worse...lol. You can only be so cool while dripping wet.

hadassah444 said...

if you start hitting folks then seek therapy, hahaha

LOL @ "now what!!!" I never read the Bible in public, unless Im somewhere out of look of people.

"rum/cake" can I say Rashad sent me? I'll check it out tho

Jo said...

Therapy would be good . . .and it's not the fact that you are sleep deprived, it's the fact that you are angry. Speaking of which when you blew me off yesterday i was in a MAAAADDDD angry mood and I could have used another MAAAADDDD angry mooded person to make me feel better. By the time you got back to me, though . . .one of my girlfriends had already made me laugh and the other one made me feel thoughtful, so there was no more MAAAADDDD angry mood left in me. So, the moral of this story is . . .next time don't shrug me off when I call you in a moment of dire need - we might BOTH be on the same page. ;o) As for the gay touch or touch of gay . . . wonder who you're referring to . . .

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Mixmaster Faye said...

You have issues.

Anyways, why does a man have to be gay to look, feel, and smell his very best...lol? Deflate that hate. My best male customer's girlfriend sent me thank you mail. Tell your Chai Spice story.

And stop cussing pple out...this post has been washed in the Blood...:0).

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Janelle said...

During your current state of insomnia, I suggest turning the phone off so you don't curse anyone else out! And forget Lunesta, $5.99 wine is the definite cure for insomnia. :)

Ummmm hitting people with Bibles?? I don't have enough money to bail you out of jail for that one and Johnie Cochran is dead, so you will definitely be wearing the orange jumpsuit for some time! But I feel you on the Bible thing during one instance I had on the train. A close friend and I were having a very foul mouth conversation while waiting for the train. We continued this dirty talk on the train. So of course I pick seats next to a woman not only reading, but highlighting passages in the Bible. She got so uncomfortable by our conversation, she moved. Now how was I supposed to know I couldn't say those things on the train???

LittleTortilla stays in DC said...

Okay so i'm not the only who feels that way about the bible readers on the train. I think your handbasket my be flaming though.