it's a convoluted mess
I don’t sleep at night. I nap. Because two to three hours of sleep is not a night of sleep. It’s a fucking NAP. As much as I love naps (and I do love naps) it’s ridiculous that I am only capable of sleeping two to three hours a night. And those aren’t even continuous hours. Those are broken into one-hour-or-less intervals. Why yes I AM about to start hucking rocks a people. Let’s just… Keep reading…It’s that late night smell…
Clear as mud, really. When I open up a blank draft for a blog post, if I don’t already have a title in mind, I sit and focus on the lyrics of whatever song is playing until I hear something that could possibly represent what I had planned to write about. Sometimes I need to wait until the next song to find a fitting title. Though most of the time, regardless of what I end… Keep reading…We make things way too clear…
Bob bought me portable iPod speakers. Now I don’t have to drag my laptop all over the house if I want music without the distraction of the intarwebz. Jungle Bernie approves of music on the counter. You know what else that means? Andy Grammer in my kitchen. Or any other room of my house. PRIORITIES And then he covered OneRepublic‘s Apologize and the beat boxing has never been so freaking adorable. I want to pinch… Keep reading…Just can’t make a sound…
Looking at Pinterest, as I do, and realized that the last two things I pinned, side-by-side, might help explain that dream I had. We won’t get into the fact that we’ve logged over 1000 song plays in iTunes in little over a month. Leonard is just as confused as I am. Also, not amused by this three-hours-of-sleep-a-night bullshit. We are on the same page he and I. —
Last night I got three hours of sleep. It was broken into 1-hour segments, interrupted by really bizarre dreams. I can’t remember what the first two were, but I remember feeling somewhat disturbed while trying to get back to sleep. The third dream, however, stuck because when I woke up from that one, my brain was all, “Fuck this, I’m not going back to sleep again.” So I got out of bed and had sufficient… Keep reading…What kind of noise does a platypus make anyway?
Right then. My Last.fm stats were a little…single minded last week. And then I laughed. Because seriously. What? Shut-up. Have a video. —