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I think I have decided...
Wednesday, 25 February 2004 14:18..I'm just not a morning person. I have tried and tried to get up in the morning with no success. However, I don't have much of a problem going to bed at 2a.m. and then getting up at 10:30. I hit my stride around the time my husband wants me to make dinner for us. How inconvenient.
Maybe I should just roll with this for a while, see how it goes.
My mother was the most adamant night owl you'd ever meet. I remember getting up in the middle of the night to go potty and she would still be in the living room, reading a sci-fi novel with the television on, eating her dinner. The next morning I'd have to wake her up to have her drive me to school and she was NOT a pretty sight. Her hair was everywhere, and her face was squinched up in response to daylight. How she managed to not be squinched up at noon I'll never know. She's the only person I ever knew who drank Diet Coke to wake up. She even drank it out of a coffee cup. "I hate hot liquids," she'd say, "and I hate coffee even more."
Rehearsal tonight. Our bassist is going to be out of town for two whole fucking weeks. I could strangle him. This means no open mic until he gets back unless Drummer and Guitarman want to do something without him (which is entirely doable and possible). I like Slappy, he's just the most unreliable member of the band. This year he'll probably marry his girlfriend and move to Wisconsin. It can't happen fast enough -- I'm getting tired of having my stride broken by his relationship. I like Slappy's girlfriend, she's really nice. Slappy is the problem. Him and his wiener.
Maybe I should just roll with this for a while, see how it goes.
My mother was the most adamant night owl you'd ever meet. I remember getting up in the middle of the night to go potty and she would still be in the living room, reading a sci-fi novel with the television on, eating her dinner. The next morning I'd have to wake her up to have her drive me to school and she was NOT a pretty sight. Her hair was everywhere, and her face was squinched up in response to daylight. How she managed to not be squinched up at noon I'll never know. She's the only person I ever knew who drank Diet Coke to wake up. She even drank it out of a coffee cup. "I hate hot liquids," she'd say, "and I hate coffee even more."
Rehearsal tonight. Our bassist is going to be out of town for two whole fucking weeks. I could strangle him. This means no open mic until he gets back unless Drummer and Guitarman want to do something without him (which is entirely doable and possible). I like Slappy, he's just the most unreliable member of the band. This year he'll probably marry his girlfriend and move to Wisconsin. It can't happen fast enough -- I'm getting tired of having my stride broken by his relationship. I like Slappy's girlfriend, she's really nice. Slappy is the problem. Him and his wiener.
