I can get 4 hours. 4 hours is okay.
So, let's get started on todays post, shall we?
First of all you gotta remember that weather radar on the West Coast of the united states isn't very accurate because here on the west coast we have a lot of hills and mountains, and if we used the radar correctly, that's all the radar would pick up is mountains and hills. So, what they do is they put the radar station on the top of a mountain and thats what you see in the image. Problem with that is a lot of clouds simply don't show up. So, even though it's pretty cloudy here right now, the radar looks like there's clear skys. So, don't let that radar decieve you.
So how did I get here? Let's go back about 10 hours...
Last night, when I got home at about 9 or 10, we went to KFC (I already know, it's killing me, okay. I get it. You don't have to tell me. But I will say this, it seriously was Kitchen Fresh Chicken, if that means anything to you.), got some popcorn chicken, came home, watched frontline (was very interesting, by the way), went on the computer and something made me feel pretty bad. So Jasmine (you remember Jasmine, don't you?) comes online and I tell her how I'm feeling. What did you want me to do? Lie? I'm an honest guy, honest! And, you know, Jasmine is a good friend. She tried her best to help me out but my stupid brain found an excuse for everything she said and I must have frustrated her enough to "slam the phone" on me (read, sign off without saying bye or letting me say bye) and that just made me feel worse. I hate to think that I have such low self esteem that I can make a friend get that mad at me.
Slowly, one by one, everyone starts to sign off. Seemed like everyone was signing off early. I suppose that's what I get for being a depressed insomniac. So what could I do? I continued to surf the internet for at least an hour, while telling myself, "I'll go to bed after this song. Okay after this song." Then I bought a song. Across 110th Street by Bobby Womack. That's a great song. And THEN after that song finished playing I thought, "Hmm, maybe I'll go work on the clubhouse video." So that took another hour. I think I made some progress on it, and it did make me forget how bad I was feeling. But the price was, I didn't get to bed until four in the morning. Got to say hi to Sarah before I finally went to bed, though.
So. About 2 or 3 hours later, mom wakes me up to tell me dad wont be able to give me a ride to work, cause he had already left to do something. I don't know what that something is, but I sure hope he gets paid for it. Anyway, that means I forced myself to wake up an extra hour early to get ready to go. I had to go get the bike that was hanging upside down in he garage, and ride to work in the rain. Here's a funny discussion about it.
ed2cool4u: I dont feel too good
ed2cool4u: I dont understand why
ed2cool4u: but the only time I ever want to throw up
ed2cool4u: is when I'm starving
Sgt. Mongoose: Maybe it was the whole not sleeping thing.
ed2cool4u: well it's that with not eating
ed2cool4u: and riding my bike over here
ed2cool4u: in the rain
ed2cool4u: you could say i was training for the next tour de france
ed2cool4u: !!!!
Sgt. Mongoose: You will kick Lance Armstrong's ass!
ed2cool4u: kick him right in the balls!
ed2cool4u: err
ed2cool4u: ball?
ed2cool4u: pretend balls?
Sgt. Mongoose: Live strong, my ass.
Now I'm at work. The teacher was late, so I had to open up the classroom. Everyone hates the teacher, in this class. At least, they hate this teacher, who's the sub for their regular teacher. (For example, as I write this, the teacher is writing a referal.) To be fair, this class is quite the roudy bunch...looking around I don't see any of them working on whatever it is they're supposed to be working on. But, hey, it's not my job to make them do their work. It's my job to help them if they need it.
As they used to say in those comercials for insomniac medicne or treatment or whatever, I've gone without sleep before, I can do it again.
Thank you Mitsuki-chan.
First of all you gotta remember that weather radar on the West Coast of the united states isn't very accurate because here on the west coast we have a lot of hills and mountains, and if we used the radar correctly, that's all the radar would pick up is mountains and hills. So, what they do is they put the radar station on the top of a mountain and thats what you see in the image. Problem with that is a lot of clouds simply don't show up. So, even though it's pretty cloudy here right now, the radar looks like there's clear skys. So, don't let that radar decieve you.
So how did I get here? Let's go back about 10 hours...
Last night, when I got home at about 9 or 10, we went to KFC (I already know, it's killing me, okay. I get it. You don't have to tell me. But I will say this, it seriously was Kitchen Fresh Chicken, if that means anything to you.), got some popcorn chicken, came home, watched frontline (was very interesting, by the way), went on the computer and something made me feel pretty bad. So Jasmine (you remember Jasmine, don't you?) comes online and I tell her how I'm feeling. What did you want me to do? Lie? I'm an honest guy, honest! And, you know, Jasmine is a good friend. She tried her best to help me out but my stupid brain found an excuse for everything she said and I must have frustrated her enough to "slam the phone" on me (read, sign off without saying bye or letting me say bye) and that just made me feel worse. I hate to think that I have such low self esteem that I can make a friend get that mad at me.
Slowly, one by one, everyone starts to sign off. Seemed like everyone was signing off early. I suppose that's what I get for being a depressed insomniac. So what could I do? I continued to surf the internet for at least an hour, while telling myself, "I'll go to bed after this song. Okay after this song." Then I bought a song. Across 110th Street by Bobby Womack. That's a great song. And THEN after that song finished playing I thought, "Hmm, maybe I'll go work on the clubhouse video." So that took another hour. I think I made some progress on it, and it did make me forget how bad I was feeling. But the price was, I didn't get to bed until four in the morning. Got to say hi to Sarah before I finally went to bed, though.
So. About 2 or 3 hours later, mom wakes me up to tell me dad wont be able to give me a ride to work, cause he had already left to do something. I don't know what that something is, but I sure hope he gets paid for it. Anyway, that means I forced myself to wake up an extra hour early to get ready to go. I had to go get the bike that was hanging upside down in he garage, and ride to work in the rain. Here's a funny discussion about it.
ed2cool4u: I dont feel too good
ed2cool4u: I dont understand why
ed2cool4u: but the only time I ever want to throw up
ed2cool4u: is when I'm starving
Sgt. Mongoose: Maybe it was the whole not sleeping thing.
ed2cool4u: well it's that with not eating
ed2cool4u: and riding my bike over here
ed2cool4u: in the rain
ed2cool4u: you could say i was training for the next tour de france
ed2cool4u: !!!!
Sgt. Mongoose: You will kick Lance Armstrong's ass!
ed2cool4u: kick him right in the balls!
ed2cool4u: err
ed2cool4u: ball?
ed2cool4u: pretend balls?
Sgt. Mongoose: Live strong, my ass.
Now I'm at work. The teacher was late, so I had to open up the classroom. Everyone hates the teacher, in this class. At least, they hate this teacher, who's the sub for their regular teacher. (For example, as I write this, the teacher is writing a referal.) To be fair, this class is quite the roudy bunch...looking around I don't see any of them working on whatever it is they're supposed to be working on. But, hey, it's not my job to make them do their work. It's my job to help them if they need it.
As they used to say in those comercials for insomniac medicne or treatment or whatever, I've gone without sleep before, I can do it again.
Thank you Mitsuki-chan.
You're welcome, Edo-kun.
posted by ed at 10:27 午前
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What's sad is that Lance Armstrong could take us both at once, even if we had machine guns and he didn't.
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