October 1st, 2005
|12:42 am - Why am I not in bed yet?|
I'm mostly recovered from being sick, which is not to say that I feel like dancing. My throat still hurts, my nose still runs, and I don't particularly like Leo Sayer anyway.
Why, if I'm not feeling great, am I still awake?
Partly it's because I'm not very smart.
Mostly it's because Ellen has just gone home, and now I'm going to hang out with evil_jim. Ellen and I got together so that she could finally check out my new digs, and she either approves or is lying. Could be either one, really. Ellen does not have a reputation for lying to me, and I'm sure she appreciates the economy of my living situation. Anyway, we went to Ella's Deli for dinner, and both of us ordered basically the same thing (she got hers with Sprite, I had a strawberry phosphate). Then we went back to my place where I badgered her into watching Dark City, which again, she either enjoyed or lied about.
Jim called during the movie, and I was going to let it slide until I read that Dagon had died (the poor thing), and that Jim was getting antsy. I can certainly understand his need for something to do, so I called him back.
And he's on his way.
And somehow, I swear, I will get some sleep tonight. I'm not sure how, but it will happen. I lay awake in bed until 2:30 last night before drifting off to sleep, and I dragged my feet all day at work. I've caught my second wind, and hopefully hanging out 'til 37 o'clock will run me down a bit. If not, I have plenty of valerian and warm milk. Well, it's not warm yet, but it could be.
Aren't you glad you read my livejournal? This has gotta be the highlight of your friggin' day. I promise to get mad at something soon and write about it -- that always makes for an interesting entry. I'm sure somebody has butchered another one of my favorite books in the proceess of bringing it to the silver screen. Or maybe some idiot from Kentucky is parked in front of our driveway again. Actually, that hasn't happened in this new place. In fact, with the exception of that guy who berated me for parking on his side of the street, parking has been relatively simple here, and nobody has leaned their bicycle up against my car or repeatedly opened their door into it. This alone makes my current residence a prime piece of real estate.
EDIT: It would be somewhat primer if there weren't several teenagers laying in the middle of the road. Why in the hell are they doing that? Seriously??
Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: Leo Sayer -- You Make Me Feel Like Dancing
It was the highlight of my friggin' day, and I'll thank you not to judge me for it.
Colin, you're a good friend.
was in my Gold Box on Amazon. I'd never heard of it, but notice tracks 3 and 14. Did you know about this? I'm not sure if I want to buy it, but I'm intrigued.
I don't know what to tell you about this. I was intrigued when it first came out, but never got around to buying it. A friend of mine made me a copy, but I only gave it a cursory listen because when I popped it into my computer, I discovered that it was missing tracks (having been burned, I suppose, from MP3s). I discovered that I'd rather own a complete and legal copy (especially since profits from the album were (are still?) being donated to... some charitable cause to benefit gay and lesbian teens).
My suggestion is that you listen to the track samples on Amazon to decide whether you're interested. I think I am, but I'm a little annoyed that this album seems to follow a tendancy I've noticed in tribute albums. It's a good idea to "do your own thing" when you're covering somebody else's song, but a lot of covers seem to remove exactly what it was that made me like the original version. That's the case with some (maybe many, I don't remember) of the songs here.
Incidentally, my Amazon Gold Box is full of pocket knives these days (as in, most days it's about half pocket knives). Not USB flash-drive pocket knives, just plain too-expensive-and-fancy-to-use-as-wire-strippers pocket knives. Is this just me, or is it happening to you too?
Colin, I need something to entertain myself in the morning hours when everyone else is still asleep! And it was the highlight of my morning thus far...
|Date:||October 2nd, 2005 04:58 pm (UTC)|| |
That was actually short enough I could read it. Nice work.
Well don't get used to this. I'm still planning on writing novel-length entries.
I hear that if you stay up 'til 37 o'clock you start to go a little crazy and hear things that aren't really there...
Oh, no, I'm like that all the time.
It makes me wonder how you are at 37 o'clock.