2004-02-19 | SWINGING LIKE THE NECKBREAKERS

the winds are vicious.

amazing how the wind picked up just as the temperature was rising.

it's almost useless.

it's too hot for the wind to matter.

maybe i should go outside and lay in the grass with just my boxers on.

it was in the 80's today.

a sign of what's to come.

80 feels almost miserable, yet in a few weeks it will be almost 40 degrees hotter.

doesn't seem possible.

the winds are fierce.

amazing how soothing it still sounds to me, although mother nature is screaming bloody murder.

i watched the weather actively today, even if i was inactive most of the day.

the temperature dropped rapidly.

at first it rose.

amazing that i was awake to see it.

first it was mid-70's. then 80. then mid 80's. then it started to drop. finally. now it's 59. i wish it would never go back to 80.

the day started with McDonalds breakfast.

they love to see me smile. although they rarely are.

i'm lovin' it.

nothing like hashbrowns as part of your first meal of the day.

holy mcgriddle, batman.

then the view and the end of the price is right.

showcase showdown.

$$

old dude won.

i love to see him smile.

win lose or draw.

Kristy Swanson. and the fat dude and rocker guy from head of the class.

they are now movie directors.

Good Burger.

bert convey. cosby sweater. bill cosby. convey sweater.

lots of the day is a blur. i guess i wasn't completely lazy. i did do a little cleaning.

days of our lives. dr. phil. access hollywood. family feud.

nap time.

zzzzzz

boredom=tna wrestling=$9.99

dustin rhodes, jeff jarrett, insane clown posse? much better grapplers than rapplers. where is sting?

tv is a blur as i wait for pizza.

pizza arrives during celebrity mole yucatan.

fred savage does not appear.

angie everhart is the mole.

dennis rodman is the winner.

rudy from cosby show is kinda purty now. but she's still got rudy's attitude. 2 degrees of desecration. ahmad rashad married to phylicia (claire huxtable, mother to rudy)

pizza is pizza.

i'm fat.

back to work tomorrow.

2 days off in a row.

somehow not enough. thank god for the night shift. i'll wake up whenever i wake up. no alarms anymore.

ben harper on dave.

michael mcdonald on jay.

conan o'brien. my gold standard.

a little kimmel on the side.

dennis miller.

present time. 3:24 am.

can't hear the wind.

temperature stabilized at 59 degrees.

I still get a certain satisfaction in watching Mrs. Doubtfire. It's a simple pleasure, not a guilty one.

the ceiling fan was reinstated today. it's soft hum is as soothing as the wind which is not heard frequently enough anymore.

but the silence helps too. no bass from downstairs. no smokers outside. no alarms. the slightest chill slowly moving it's way over my body. i'm begging for more. enough to make me fall asleep.

mix it with a little Mork.

Harvey Fierstein. he just wants to be loved is that so wrong?

i'm loved. it's not wrong. it's so right.

which Lawrence brother is the most talented? No, Martin doesn't count.

I think Joey and Matthew are equally lovely.

soon i'll be sleeping.

maybe i'll be dreaming.

probably a little snoring.

i'll wake up sometime before 1:00 pm. could be 10, could be noon. doesn't matter.

girlfriend sleeping in the bed. think i'll take the couch for now. don't want to be moving around while trying to fall asleep in fear of keeping her up. she works at 6 am. i'll barely be asleep by then. a little guilt. maybe i should be sleeping next to her, but i can't help but be wired. i wanted the morning shift but lost it to seniority.

i lost it to conformity

i stormed the pm shift like normandy.

i like old people. i like kindness. both make me happy.

my back starts to hurt again. my legs fall asleep. next will be me.

goodnight.

i'm going down like the temperature.

it just went down to 55 degrees.

i'm going down for the count.

i'm going down swinging.

i am a loungeact after all.

goodnight again.

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