Monday, July 23, 2007

"A Short Loop Running Around My Mind" and Caffiene

I started getting some sleep only to be derailed once again. However, this time my efforts for rest were not thwarted by paranoia, rather I believe the culprit last night was the Turkey Hill iced-tea I had been drinking all day. The 32 oz jug was on sale for $1.67. How could I refuse? I couldn't and so I was wide awake at 5:00am and fast asleep at 8:00am when my third alarm clock went off.

I really didn't want to come into work today. I wanted to sleep as god intended-- during the day. I couldn't call in sick because I already called in sick two weeks ago on a Friday to tell jokes to West Virginians--which let's face it is sick. So I can't just now call in on a Monday sick again. Intead my mind on two hours sleep thought of these execuses to get out of coming to work today.


  1. I've been stung by a bee and I'm allergic. I'm going to have to buy some adrenaline before I die. This could take all day.
  2. I'm allergic to rain. And there is alot of it coming down right now. I just don't feel safe. No, I'm not allergic to water, only water that falls from high above, for some reason my skin isn't water proof from pelting liquid. Well, if you must know, I take baths.
  3. (A) The cops requested to randomly search my bag before I entered the subway. They found...my diary. I'm horribly embarassed I can't look the world in the face right now. Also the cops want to bring me in for an interview. They're interested in hiring me for surveillance work.

    (B) The cops requested to randomly search my bag before I entered the subway. There's no way I'm letting them search my bag, my diary is in there. Where's there warrant. I tried telling them I'm a temp and therefore lack the motivation or will to blow anything up. My apathy runs very deep. Anyway, they won't let me on the subway.
  4. I brought a dude home last night, since he didn't flee I was hoping to have sex with him again when he wakes up. I'm estimating that'll be around 2pm. I'd come into work but I don't know when I'll have the opportunity for sex again.
  5. I forgot to pick up my clothes from the Zoroastrian laundry-mat yesterday. I have nothing to wear to work. You see when Zoroastrian's own a laundry-mat they don't do business on Mondays. It's a very obscure law in an obscure religion.
  6. I'll be right in after I finish David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest I need to know how it ends. I'm already on page 27 so I should be in soon.
  7. I drank several glasses of Turkey Hil iced-tea ysterday and due to it's caffiene content, in conjunction with my reliving several life mistakes over and over and over again in my head, I was unable to sleep. I was hoping I could sleep now in a more comfortable place than my desk.

I'm thinking I could fake illness at noon go home and call in sick tomorrow.


Below is today's inspiration for the blog title.


Below is the song I was learning to play during my insomnia last night. It's live from the Doug Fir Lounge in Portland, OR. The Dough Fir has one of the best Happy Hours ever: $3 wells and steeply dicounted food.

1 comment:

Jesse Post said...

That's great that you're productive when you have insomnia. When I can't sleep I just lie there thinking about all the things I should have done differently.