Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Friday, May 20, 2005
Thursday
-Complete heartbreak. There are a ton of geese in this area because of our proximity to the canals and river. Plenty of wet areas. The geese also like these corporate parks because of the large drainage areas, expansive lawns and man made ponds to explore.
-The eggs hatched sometime in April and I've been watching three different geese families with their yellow/brown fuzzy goslings. So cute. Normally, when the geese cross the road with their babies, usually one adult in front and one keeping up the rear, people in cars stop and wait. Not yesterday. I saw one of my families when I came back from lunch.
-Leaving work three hours later, I see that someone didn't stop...and they ran over 4 baby geese. Fucked up. I can only hope it was an accident and the person who did this is hating themself.
-Horrible.
-The eggs hatched sometime in April and I've been watching three different geese families with their yellow/brown fuzzy goslings. So cute. Normally, when the geese cross the road with their babies, usually one adult in front and one keeping up the rear, people in cars stop and wait. Not yesterday. I saw one of my families when I came back from lunch.
-Leaving work three hours later, I see that someone didn't stop...and they ran over 4 baby geese. Fucked up. I can only hope it was an accident and the person who did this is hating themself.
-Horrible.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Wednesday is long
-Not wild, nor weird, nor wacky. Just long.
-Three of my work "peers" were out today so I was alone on the inside team. What fun. What's that dripping off my chin? Oh right, sarcasm.
-I did get invited to lunch which turned out to be a mixed blessing. As the driving arrangments were quickly decided in the parking lot, I was left to ride with the new vendor rep that nobody knows. This is just like being picked last for kickball in third grade. Well I showed you, assholes, I kicked two doubles and a triple and made that diving catch to end the fourth inning...not that I live for playground victories of yesteryear. Or do I? Back on story, I got to take the awkward ride to lunch but managed a better ride back to the office.
-Came home to a house with little food and less money. Improvised dinner of PBJ and some chips and salsa. Then it was off to work on my geology homework (I know, last class ever). I kick ass on the first homework and lab, despite not having the textbook. Assignments will always be due on Wednesdays, meaning that I'll always be doing something Wednesday night. (Here's a hint, it has nothing to do with American Idol).
-Did anyone see Britney's show last night? I sure as fuck didn't, but the highlights were all over the rest of TV land today. What a whore. Not a surprise, but for someone with publicists and agents and managers, she sure has an interesting way of getting her face out there. Note to Britney, we all know that you're a smelly trailer trash hack from the swamps, but we didn't expect you to be the one who provided the video evidence. Why am I talking about this? I should move to England and read good books again. I used to be well read, now I'm just cynical and underpaid.
-Unrelated, the photo gallery is getting ever better: http://mtanner10.deviantart.com/gallery/ (click title of post)
-Three of my work "peers" were out today so I was alone on the inside team. What fun. What's that dripping off my chin? Oh right, sarcasm.
-I did get invited to lunch which turned out to be a mixed blessing. As the driving arrangments were quickly decided in the parking lot, I was left to ride with the new vendor rep that nobody knows. This is just like being picked last for kickball in third grade. Well I showed you, assholes, I kicked two doubles and a triple and made that diving catch to end the fourth inning...not that I live for playground victories of yesteryear. Or do I? Back on story, I got to take the awkward ride to lunch but managed a better ride back to the office.
-Came home to a house with little food and less money. Improvised dinner of PBJ and some chips and salsa. Then it was off to work on my geology homework (I know, last class ever). I kick ass on the first homework and lab, despite not having the textbook. Assignments will always be due on Wednesdays, meaning that I'll always be doing something Wednesday night. (Here's a hint, it has nothing to do with American Idol).
-Did anyone see Britney's show last night? I sure as fuck didn't, but the highlights were all over the rest of TV land today. What a whore. Not a surprise, but for someone with publicists and agents and managers, she sure has an interesting way of getting her face out there. Note to Britney, we all know that you're a smelly trailer trash hack from the swamps, but we didn't expect you to be the one who provided the video evidence. Why am I talking about this? I should move to England and read good books again. I used to be well read, now I'm just cynical and underpaid.
-Unrelated, the photo gallery is getting ever better: http://mtanner10.deviantart.com/gallery/ (click title of post)
Tuesday's Gone (5/17)
-Catchy title, ne pas?
-Thoroughly uneventful day for me. I remember not doing anything...at all really. Went to work, came home. Karen had some fun work news but I can't talk about it.
-Okay, I will say this: one of her coworkers has gone geurrilla agressive on her. This whale-woman makes superflous trips to my wife's cube, conveniently 'forgets' why she came over, farts, and leaves the scene of the crime. Twice this happened! Who does that?
-Oh yes, I'm in clear defiance of the neighbor's demands listed below...we'll see where this goes.
-Thoroughly uneventful day for me. I remember not doing anything...at all really. Went to work, came home. Karen had some fun work news but I can't talk about it.
-Okay, I will say this: one of her coworkers has gone geurrilla agressive on her. This whale-woman makes superflous trips to my wife's cube, conveniently 'forgets' why she came over, farts, and leaves the scene of the crime. Twice this happened! Who does that?
-Oh yes, I'm in clear defiance of the neighbor's demands listed below...we'll see where this goes.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Monday is for Suckers
-And Virginia is for Losers.
-TRAFFIC!!!! Why me? I'm going to flip out. Yes, there is a back roads way, but it took an hour and a half as well. No relief in sight.
-Uneventful night. Karen spent some time doing internet research while I watched some Tivo'd Ali G show, Isle of Wight concert footage, and some HiDef documentary about bears. A varied palette.
-Interesting note of the day: our downstairs neighbor left us a note. Want to read it? Of course you do, you're a web voyeur reading about someone else's life.
Letter:
12:20 AM 5/14/05
Dear Karen + Michael,
Could you please help me out with something?
There is a hum that echos(sic) into my bedroom (the room in the back) and disturbs my sleep. It may be a computer modem, I don't know. Please, turn this off at night so my sleep will not be disturbed. Thank You. Also, the cats need to be kept out of that room from around 10PM on. I try to get quiet and sleep and they run, wrestle, play and use the litter box and this awakens me. Would it be possible to close the door so they can't get in during sleeping hours? Thank you so much for helping me with this.
A
Want to read my reply?
A,
Eat ass.
Although our cats are litter trained, they haven't quite mastered the art of "holding it" when deprived of their "gritty kitty playground." Moving the litter box out of that room poses a few challenges. In the kitchen? Not sanitary. In the dining area? I've lost my appetite. In the living room? Interferes with my social agenda. In the bedroom? See living room answer. As to the demonic hum from the computer, tough shit. We arrive home from work at 6:30 every evening and depart the next morning at 7. Between eating and sleeping, that leaves very little time for the rest of our lives. There is much to be accomplished in the span of a few hours every night, and the computer is necessary for almost all. Your 10 o'clock deadline is unrealistic. Get a helmet. We take measures to keep our noise at a minimum level, unlike the orphanage you seem to run at 8 o'clock on weekend mornings. Slamming doors, shrill cries, and the smell of gruel wipes out any chance we have to recoup on lost sleep. You have this house to yourself for 60 hours during the week and most Saturdays. If our office/2nd bedroom is to be used as daytime-only storage, kindly refund 25% of our rent. You don't work. Sleep in and leave us alone. If you expect Tranquil Pines Retirement Community, fucking move there already. God Bless
(Enclosed find a package of earplugs. Enjoy.)
-TRAFFIC!!!! Why me? I'm going to flip out. Yes, there is a back roads way, but it took an hour and a half as well. No relief in sight.
-Uneventful night. Karen spent some time doing internet research while I watched some Tivo'd Ali G show, Isle of Wight concert footage, and some HiDef documentary about bears. A varied palette.
-Interesting note of the day: our downstairs neighbor left us a note. Want to read it? Of course you do, you're a web voyeur reading about someone else's life.
Letter:
12:20 AM 5/14/05
Dear Karen + Michael,
Could you please help me out with something?
There is a hum that echos(sic) into my bedroom (the room in the back) and disturbs my sleep. It may be a computer modem, I don't know. Please, turn this off at night so my sleep will not be disturbed. Thank You. Also, the cats need to be kept out of that room from around 10PM on. I try to get quiet and sleep and they run, wrestle, play and use the litter box and this awakens me. Would it be possible to close the door so they can't get in during sleeping hours? Thank you so much for helping me with this.
A
Want to read my reply?
A,
Eat ass.
Although our cats are litter trained, they haven't quite mastered the art of "holding it" when deprived of their "gritty kitty playground." Moving the litter box out of that room poses a few challenges. In the kitchen? Not sanitary. In the dining area? I've lost my appetite. In the living room? Interferes with my social agenda. In the bedroom? See living room answer. As to the demonic hum from the computer, tough shit. We arrive home from work at 6:30 every evening and depart the next morning at 7. Between eating and sleeping, that leaves very little time for the rest of our lives. There is much to be accomplished in the span of a few hours every night, and the computer is necessary for almost all. Your 10 o'clock deadline is unrealistic. Get a helmet. We take measures to keep our noise at a minimum level, unlike the orphanage you seem to run at 8 o'clock on weekend mornings. Slamming doors, shrill cries, and the smell of gruel wipes out any chance we have to recoup on lost sleep. You have this house to yourself for 60 hours during the week and most Saturdays. If our office/2nd bedroom is to be used as daytime-only storage, kindly refund 25% of our rent. You don't work. Sleep in and leave us alone. If you expect Tranquil Pines Retirement Community, fucking move there already. God Bless
(Enclosed find a package of earplugs. Enjoy.)
Monday, May 16, 2005
Sunday of Note
-The wife wakes me at the ungodly hour of 8:00 so I can take her out to breakfast. Sleepy eyed, I navigate us over to the diner and we get a table almost instantly. Trust me, this is a small miracle.
-I order an apple juice. A small apple juice. Karen rolls her eyes and complains that I should just get the large for thirty cents more. I reply that it's not the price, it's the quantity. Why should I pay for more juice than I want?
-I see the waiter coming with an OJ and apple juice. He stops at the table of these two goth kids and puts down the apple juice. They look at it but don't touch. The waiter then runs over to drop off the OJ. I quickly remind him that I ordered apple. No problem, he says, as he runs over to the goth kids, switches the apple for orange, and leaves the correct juice on each table. This is wrong. I'm halfway ready to cause a problem but the waiter is running too fast to listen if I did. The goth kid is looking at us, not touching his OJ. I'm looking at him, not touching the apple juice. After a quick evaluation, we are both satisfied that the other did nothing offensive to the juice. I drank it.
-After the diner Karen heads off to her weekend accounting job and I'm left to my own devices. She did remind me that her mother was coming for dinner at 4 and we needed to clean the house. After she gives me the list to do, she goes, and I start playing with photoshop.
-Some mix-up at work had Karen back in an hour. Wasted gas, but oh well. She sees that I've done nothing so I abandon the photoshop fun and start cleaning. Four hours later, we've got the house in great shape. I'm not going to lie...it wasn't easy.
-Meg comes over for dinner and we all have a good meal. Steak with asparagus and fresh mashed potatoes. How American. I do the dishes while Meg and Karen debate the best approach to Monday's meeting (Karen thing, not me).
-After Meg leaves we settle into the season finale of the Simpsons. Also watch Housewives and then the Tivo'd Family Guy and American Dad.
-I order an apple juice. A small apple juice. Karen rolls her eyes and complains that I should just get the large for thirty cents more. I reply that it's not the price, it's the quantity. Why should I pay for more juice than I want?
-I see the waiter coming with an OJ and apple juice. He stops at the table of these two goth kids and puts down the apple juice. They look at it but don't touch. The waiter then runs over to drop off the OJ. I quickly remind him that I ordered apple. No problem, he says, as he runs over to the goth kids, switches the apple for orange, and leaves the correct juice on each table. This is wrong. I'm halfway ready to cause a problem but the waiter is running too fast to listen if I did. The goth kid is looking at us, not touching his OJ. I'm looking at him, not touching the apple juice. After a quick evaluation, we are both satisfied that the other did nothing offensive to the juice. I drank it.
-After the diner Karen heads off to her weekend accounting job and I'm left to my own devices. She did remind me that her mother was coming for dinner at 4 and we needed to clean the house. After she gives me the list to do, she goes, and I start playing with photoshop.
-Some mix-up at work had Karen back in an hour. Wasted gas, but oh well. She sees that I've done nothing so I abandon the photoshop fun and start cleaning. Four hours later, we've got the house in great shape. I'm not going to lie...it wasn't easy.
-Meg comes over for dinner and we all have a good meal. Steak with asparagus and fresh mashed potatoes. How American. I do the dishes while Meg and Karen debate the best approach to Monday's meeting (Karen thing, not me).
-After Meg leaves we settle into the season finale of the Simpsons. Also watch Housewives and then the Tivo'd Family Guy and American Dad.
Slowcooked Saturday (5/14)
-Having finally put the previous night's problems to bed, Karen and I drove up to Newark to do work the soup kitchen. Didn't want to get up early, but it's only once a month so I'm not bothered. I find myself on hamburger duty, loading and unloading trays of hamburgers into and out of the oven. Greasy work. The semi-cooked burgers are then run out to the grill to be fully done.
-The sun kept shining despite predictions of rain. We served about 300 people, many of which were hustling to make it over from the other soup kitchen. I suppose you eat when you can.
-Karen desperately wanted me to sample the fare from Queen's pizza in Newark, so after leaving the church we drive around downtown until we find it. Park the car, walk a block, and realize it's closed. Plan B.
-Jump on the highway and head back to the shore. We stopped to visit Kevin and Alec (at 2:00), bringing some substitute chicken cheese steaks to make up for the absent Queen's fare. Jenny is at a baby shower so we sit around talking about a variety of topics.
-Jenny comes home and we commence brainstorming names for the project. Hilarious. We kept each other laughing the whole way through. Karen passes out on the couch and I let her sleep for an hour. We finally head out around 10...8 hours after arriving. The plan was to stay for an hour or two...not ten. Should have known better, getting together with them is always so much fun that everyone drags it out.
-At home, I watch Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle while Karen sleeps on my lap. Fade to black-
-The sun kept shining despite predictions of rain. We served about 300 people, many of which were hustling to make it over from the other soup kitchen. I suppose you eat when you can.
-Karen desperately wanted me to sample the fare from Queen's pizza in Newark, so after leaving the church we drive around downtown until we find it. Park the car, walk a block, and realize it's closed. Plan B.
-Jump on the highway and head back to the shore. We stopped to visit Kevin and Alec (at 2:00), bringing some substitute chicken cheese steaks to make up for the absent Queen's fare. Jenny is at a baby shower so we sit around talking about a variety of topics.
-Jenny comes home and we commence brainstorming names for the project. Hilarious. We kept each other laughing the whole way through. Karen passes out on the couch and I let her sleep for an hour. We finally head out around 10...8 hours after arriving. The plan was to stay for an hour or two...not ten. Should have known better, getting together with them is always so much fun that everyone drags it out.
-At home, I watch Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle while Karen sleeps on my lap. Fade to black-
Fearsome Friday (5/13)
-The day of many phone calls.
-Problems with air travel reservations and my terrible reaction pretty much ruined the night. I don't want to remember.
-Problems with air travel reservations and my terrible reaction pretty much ruined the night. I don't want to remember.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Thursday of Legend
-Yesterday's TPS report is still causing aftershocks. A quick whirl of emails seems to clear up the problem and I'm back to my regular work. Frustrating day.
-Karen and I have decided to sell neon necklaces in the parking lot of Six Flags if these desk jobs don't work out.
-Finally got a haircut, and only a month too late this time.
-Tonight I will write. Indeed.
-Karen and I have decided to sell neon necklaces in the parking lot of Six Flags if these desk jobs don't work out.
-Finally got a haircut, and only a month too late this time.
-Tonight I will write. Indeed.
Wednesday Not Wacky (5/11)
-I totally screwed up my TPS report and it's biting me in the ass.
-Did three miles on the elliptical while watching Coming to America (only 25 minutes worth). I'm determined to drop this 'desk-job weight' I've gained.
-Did three miles on the elliptical while watching Coming to America (only 25 minutes worth). I'm determined to drop this 'desk-job weight' I've gained.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Tuesday, Corporate Accounts Payable Nina Speaking
-For some unknown reason, both 1 and 9 were closed this morning which dumped an ungodly amount of traffic onto the parkway and 287. Almost two hours getting to work. WTF?
-Typical Tuesday, put out some fires and try to stay busy. Go to the golf course for lunch and abuse the putting green for half an hour. Now I'm hungry again. Like the wolf.
-Finally scheduled that haircut for Thursday. It's starting to look real...bad. I've got to get better about this sort of thing. Wow, today is boring.
Just a moment.
-Typical Tuesday, put out some fires and try to stay busy. Go to the golf course for lunch and abuse the putting green for half an hour. Now I'm hungry again. Like the wolf.
-Finally scheduled that haircut for Thursday. It's starting to look real...bad. I've got to get better about this sort of thing. Wow, today is boring.
Just a moment.
Monday, May 09, 2005
Sounds Like Somebody Has a Case of the Mondays.
-I love living in Red Bank; it's so alive. There are always plenty of people out walking in town on even a modestly warm night. It's like a vacation town, but we all live here. We can't all buy a house here though. And by we, I mean me.
-In a rare reversal, morning traffic was worse than night traffic. I'd actually prefer it was always like that, because at 6 o'clock, I want to be home, not sitting on 287.
-Work was work was work. Nothing fun. Have to remember the golf clubs for tomorrow. Should be a nice day and we like to lunch at the driving range where we compete on the pitching/putting green. I don't think they invite me anymore because I've won several straight. I also won at darts. This is funny because I'm not some great athlete...just an average schmo who can chip well and throw darts...although not concurrently.
-Didn't do anything else that could be categorized as productive, but hey, it's Monday. I'm going to bed.
You could get your ass kicked for saying something like that.
-In a rare reversal, morning traffic was worse than night traffic. I'd actually prefer it was always like that, because at 6 o'clock, I want to be home, not sitting on 287.
-Work was work was work. Nothing fun. Have to remember the golf clubs for tomorrow. Should be a nice day and we like to lunch at the driving range where we compete on the pitching/putting green. I don't think they invite me anymore because I've won several straight. I also won at darts. This is funny because I'm not some great athlete...just an average schmo who can chip well and throw darts...although not concurrently.
-Didn't do anything else that could be categorized as productive, but hey, it's Monday. I'm going to bed.
You could get your ass kicked for saying something like that.
Sunday's Journey Into Night (5/08)
-Mother's Day. Indeed. Slept in til 10, wasted time around the house, then got cleaned up and rolled over to Kevin and Jenny's for the festivities.
-Just inside the gates at their place, we see a woman in a van looking quite lost. Window down, she held some handwritten directions in her hand. Feeling helpful, I rolled down my window and asked if she needed help finding anything. I didn't get an immediate reply so I calmly let my foot off the brake and rolled away. Park in the loading space at Kevin's building. Here comes our wanderer: this time she speaks and asks if I know where Kevin and Jenny live. What are the odds. Since we were headed to the same place, we offer to carry her bags and escort her upstairs to the party.
-Good get-together; Alec was sleepy but still provided entertainment for all involved.
-Arrive back home at 7 to wind down and finish the laundry, which I am not allowed to do on my own. Quickly start feeling worse and worse. Laugh my ass off at the Simpsons and Family Guy. Hope I don't feel so assy in the morning.
-Just inside the gates at their place, we see a woman in a van looking quite lost. Window down, she held some handwritten directions in her hand. Feeling helpful, I rolled down my window and asked if she needed help finding anything. I didn't get an immediate reply so I calmly let my foot off the brake and rolled away. Park in the loading space at Kevin's building. Here comes our wanderer: this time she speaks and asks if I know where Kevin and Jenny live. What are the odds. Since we were headed to the same place, we offer to carry her bags and escort her upstairs to the party.
-Good get-together; Alec was sleepy but still provided entertainment for all involved.
-Arrive back home at 7 to wind down and finish the laundry, which I am not allowed to do on my own. Quickly start feeling worse and worse. Laugh my ass off at the Simpsons and Family Guy. Hope I don't feel so assy in the morning.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Saturday Spectacular Spectacular (5/07)
-Woke up at 9:45 when Karen was leaving. Second day in a row I had a dream that I was a cop. This time I was trying to catch a killer who was going to parties in the function rooms of big hotels. Sounds weird, and it is. I can't explain the inexplicable setting this was in: strange futuristic hotels (shaped like a big pineapple) in which there were many luau type parties going on inside. The killer was into spouting Shakespeare and didn't want to get caught. Oh, I get it, I watched The Ladykillers last night....this was my variation of the Tom Hanks character. This literally just occurred to me.
-The previous dream was disturbing...I'd rather not describe it.
-Anyway, I watched Kill Bill 1 & 2, picked up around the house, did the dishes, and managed to squeeze in a shower. Karen just got home from her weekend accounting gig and we're headed out to choose paint colors. So far so good.
-The previous dream was disturbing...I'd rather not describe it.
-Anyway, I watched Kill Bill 1 & 2, picked up around the house, did the dishes, and managed to squeeze in a shower. Karen just got home from her weekend accounting gig and we're headed out to choose paint colors. So far so good.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Fists of Fury Friday (5/06)
-Traffic was delightfully light this morning. How sad is it that the traffic conditions make my daily list of important information? I need a fucking helicopter.
-I was pondering some recent events and their relevance to the process of growing up. Remembering high school and early college, the possibilities seemed endless. I can major in anything I want and I'll easily find a great, high paying job and meet a beautiful, smart, funny girl that will look past my flaws and still love me. I found that girl; the important part is done. But 'growing up' is a gradual process of acquiescence, of reconciling old hopes with new realities. It's time to accept the fact that most people have a job they barely tolerate in order to pay their bills on time. Working in an area you truly love is the enviable exception.
-The second part of said process is setting yourself up for the next goal. We've finished college, we have a job, a place to live, and two cars. Now what? I can either ascend the corporate ladder as fast as possible so I can buy houses and two seat cars for the weekend, or I can look for that career I would love to wake up to. Growing up has been a little rough on me at times, I'll admit, but I'm at the point where I won't settle anymore. I will work harder at achieving the real goals, the subtext of life. Enough growing up, let's have more living.
-As I mentioned, I'm already lucky as hell. I found the girl of my dreams and even got her to marry me. Hopefully she won't realize her mistake. Growing up also entails learning how to function in an adult relationship. It's about building stability and maintaining romance. I still need to shed some of my selfish habits...because I can't lose her. Yeah, she's headstrong, stubborn, far better at debating than me, and hard to handle. More importantly, she makes me laugh. She encourages me to make that dream career happen. She understands that I'm a bit childish and also too uptight. Her smile is like nothing else in this world. I just melt. I try to tell her these things, but I think it's not often enough. Having her wear my ring is my crowning achievement. If having a child is on par with that feeling, I'm in for a great ride. (No, we are not pregnant. This is future tense.) Karen is amazing. I'm lucky to even know her.
-I was pondering some recent events and their relevance to the process of growing up. Remembering high school and early college, the possibilities seemed endless. I can major in anything I want and I'll easily find a great, high paying job and meet a beautiful, smart, funny girl that will look past my flaws and still love me. I found that girl; the important part is done. But 'growing up' is a gradual process of acquiescence, of reconciling old hopes with new realities. It's time to accept the fact that most people have a job they barely tolerate in order to pay their bills on time. Working in an area you truly love is the enviable exception.
-The second part of said process is setting yourself up for the next goal. We've finished college, we have a job, a place to live, and two cars. Now what? I can either ascend the corporate ladder as fast as possible so I can buy houses and two seat cars for the weekend, or I can look for that career I would love to wake up to. Growing up has been a little rough on me at times, I'll admit, but I'm at the point where I won't settle anymore. I will work harder at achieving the real goals, the subtext of life. Enough growing up, let's have more living.
-As I mentioned, I'm already lucky as hell. I found the girl of my dreams and even got her to marry me. Hopefully she won't realize her mistake. Growing up also entails learning how to function in an adult relationship. It's about building stability and maintaining romance. I still need to shed some of my selfish habits...because I can't lose her. Yeah, she's headstrong, stubborn, far better at debating than me, and hard to handle. More importantly, she makes me laugh. She encourages me to make that dream career happen. She understands that I'm a bit childish and also too uptight. Her smile is like nothing else in this world. I just melt. I try to tell her these things, but I think it's not often enough. Having her wear my ring is my crowning achievement. If having a child is on par with that feeling, I'm in for a great ride. (No, we are not pregnant. This is future tense.) Karen is amazing. I'm lucky to even know her.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Thoroughly Thursday 5-5-5
-Has anyone else seen the movie 555? It's a FUMAC horror classic. Looks like it was shot on a 1980 shoulder mount VHS camcorder. The sets are only half built, there is no story, and plenty of blood is spilled. Moving on.
-Traffic was ungodly again. What is going on? Passover ends and there are more people on the road than before? I need a schvitz. Is that how you spell it? Where are my Yiddish speakers at?
-Checked the Kevin Smith blog at lunch. No updates yet, so I scan the comments and click a few links. One person's blog has a link to this, which is certainly the funniest thing I've read this week. Reminds me of my "Huffer on the 6" tale from a few days ago.
-I could definitely live in New York. That being said, I'm less than an hour away now and I hardly ever go there. Then again, I don't have the money to play in the city. It's all cyclical.
-Red Bank is a great place to live, but I don't know if we'll be able to stay. The cheap starter houses go for 350k, and although we're getting by, it will certainly be four or five years before we can afford that without breaking a sweat. Unless my script sells...in which case, I'll take two houses. Big ones. On the water.
UPDATE
-Worst cinco de mayo...ever. I don't want to talk about it.
-Traffic was ungodly again. What is going on? Passover ends and there are more people on the road than before? I need a schvitz. Is that how you spell it? Where are my Yiddish speakers at?
-Checked the Kevin Smith blog at lunch. No updates yet, so I scan the comments and click a few links. One person's blog has a link to this, which is certainly the funniest thing I've read this week. Reminds me of my "Huffer on the 6" tale from a few days ago.
-I could definitely live in New York. That being said, I'm less than an hour away now and I hardly ever go there. Then again, I don't have the money to play in the city. It's all cyclical.
-Red Bank is a great place to live, but I don't know if we'll be able to stay. The cheap starter houses go for 350k, and although we're getting by, it will certainly be four or five years before we can afford that without breaking a sweat. Unless my script sells...in which case, I'll take two houses. Big ones. On the water.
UPDATE
-Worst cinco de mayo...ever. I don't want to talk about it.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Wacky Wednesday (5/4)
-Ahh, el cuatro de Mayo. I spelled cuatro right this time. Years of Audi ads led me to believe that quattro was 4 in Spanish; turns out it's just all wheel drive.
-Driving to work, I heard an interview with Orlando Bloom (promoting Kingdom of Heaven) on Z100. They cut straight to commercial afterward, so I jumped to 95.5 to see what their wacky morning crew was up to. Lo and behold, they were doing an interview with Orlando Bloom! Same questions, same answers. I suddenly felt terrible for Mr. Bloom. Sure, he makes an assload of money, but he has a couple weeks of publicity hell every time he's opening a film. His British manners prevented him from being a twat to them, yet I could hear the desperate subtext to all his words. He sounded just like me when I'm struggling through a conversation with some customer on a Wednesday morning. Speaking of which-
-Driving to work, I heard an interview with Orlando Bloom (promoting Kingdom of Heaven) on Z100. They cut straight to commercial afterward, so I jumped to 95.5 to see what their wacky morning crew was up to. Lo and behold, they were doing an interview with Orlando Bloom! Same questions, same answers. I suddenly felt terrible for Mr. Bloom. Sure, he makes an assload of money, but he has a couple weeks of publicity hell every time he's opening a film. His British manners prevented him from being a twat to them, yet I could hear the desperate subtext to all his words. He sounded just like me when I'm struggling through a conversation with some customer on a Wednesday morning. Speaking of which-
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Tuesday again (5/3)
-After working a while, Tuesday through Thursday blend into one long sucky day. Traffic was awful this afternoon. Hour and a half to get home. New Jersey is now costly in both money and time.
UPDATE
-Watched the Amazing Race, pissed that Rob and Amber regained the lead, more pissed that Redneck Ron and Kunt Kelly were able to move back to 2nd.
-Stayed up late, working from 10:15 to 11:45. Managed to write 3.5 pages. Good night.
UPDATE
-Watched the Amazing Race, pissed that Rob and Amber regained the lead, more pissed that Redneck Ron and Kunt Kelly were able to move back to 2nd.
-Stayed up late, working from 10:15 to 11:45. Managed to write 3.5 pages. Good night.
Monday, May 02, 2005
Monday, the bitch. (5/02)
-Why can't I shake off the cobwebs today? Dragging, mentally behind.
-Just overheard someone say that they were taking the day off because they have to buy a toilet and do some shit. Hopefully the first part won't be delayed...
-It poured like hell on the way home. I tried being a pussy on the gas pedal and managed to average 27.7 mpg. Why is this interesting? I don't know.
-Karen pulls her "walk to the front of the train for some reason" trick again, and is rewarded with an extra long walk in the rain. Silly wife. Love her to death though. We head home, have some simple dinner, and realize we are not leaving the house anytime soon.
-I worked on a few emails, ran a mile on the elliptical while watching Coming to America, talked to Jon about the production company meeting, watched Karen run on the elliptical, and then crashed out on the living room floor with her. My plans for writing were dashed by the impromptu nap. The upshot is that I got plenty of sleep.
-Just overheard someone say that they were taking the day off because they have to buy a toilet and do some shit. Hopefully the first part won't be delayed...
-It poured like hell on the way home. I tried being a pussy on the gas pedal and managed to average 27.7 mpg. Why is this interesting? I don't know.
-Karen pulls her "walk to the front of the train for some reason" trick again, and is rewarded with an extra long walk in the rain. Silly wife. Love her to death though. We head home, have some simple dinner, and realize we are not leaving the house anytime soon.
-I worked on a few emails, ran a mile on the elliptical while watching Coming to America, talked to Jon about the production company meeting, watched Karen run on the elliptical, and then crashed out on the living room floor with her. My plans for writing were dashed by the impromptu nap. The upshot is that I got plenty of sleep.
Sleeper Sunday (5/1)
-Laziest Sunday on modern record. Slept in again. Got up, ate, wrote a few emails, watched some TV, cleaned up a little, showered at 5 pm, watched some more TV, folded laundry, watched two new Simpsons, Housewives, and the triumphant return of Family Guy and American Dad, and went to bed.
-Family Guy is fantastic...so nice to see new episodes.
-Biggest regret on the weekend: not writing a page.
-Family Guy is fantastic...so nice to see new episodes.
-Biggest regret on the weekend: not writing a page.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Sleeping it off (4/30)
-Sleep way in, finally out of bed at 11 something. Karen is feeling blah about things so I set to cleaning the house. I do this until 3 or so when I have to get ready for a visit to Karen's family friend who is giving us a set of really nice china.
-Pick up the dishes and such and get back home at 5 and start making dinner. Karen has baked fresh focacia which is sticking to the pan and driving her crazy. I go to work on the bread and she starts the panini sandwiches. They turn out to be delicious, as expected, and we lay about for an hour or two.
-Meg, mother in law, stops by at 8 and we decide to watch Finding Neverland. Everyone passes out but me. Meg heads home after the movie. Feeling completely uninspired, I check the guide and settle on American Wedding. Nice, mindless fun. Karen passes right out again and I watch the movie.
-In bed at 1 something. Overall, a nice low-key Saturday.
-Pick up the dishes and such and get back home at 5 and start making dinner. Karen has baked fresh focacia which is sticking to the pan and driving her crazy. I go to work on the bread and she starts the panini sandwiches. They turn out to be delicious, as expected, and we lay about for an hour or two.
-Meg, mother in law, stops by at 8 and we decide to watch Finding Neverland. Everyone passes out but me. Meg heads home after the movie. Feeling completely uninspired, I check the guide and settle on American Wedding. Nice, mindless fun. Karen passes right out again and I watch the movie.
-In bed at 1 something. Overall, a nice low-key Saturday.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Have You Seen My Wig Around? (4/29)
-Another rough morning. Hard to get up. Still made it to work early.
-Work is...I don't know what it is. It's work. Pretty standard day, although I guess there are a few more botched deals that need ironing out. The guy who gave me the three week runaround about being properly contracted to sell to him has declared our transaction 'illegal' and that he won't pay his invoice. When we replied "that's fine, we'll be there this afternoon to repo our equipment," his tone shifted and wanted to work something out. I'll tell you what to work out: stroke a check by the end of next week or we'll sue. Can you spell litigation? We'll take his ass to Judge Judy.
-Very excited about the Charlie Kaufman/Coen Brothers show tonight. Should be excellent. If it ends at 11, we'll leave Brooklyn directly but likely won't get back to Jersey until the wee hours of the morning. I might need to sleep in til at least 8 tomorrow.
-Leave work at three and shoot over to the Metropark station where I grab the 3:44 train to NY Penn. Into NY at 4:30. After a quick call to Kevin for a reminder on the directions, I walk two blocks to the NRWQ station and take the uptown train to his office. Supposed to get off at the 59th/Lex stop but, being early, I jump at the Central Park exit and walk the four blocks. It's a beautiful day and I'm finding myself wishing for more time to walk around.
-The new building is excessive. Very cool to look at, but I understand how it would get real old, real fast. Aside from the shoots of color everywhere, and the hundreds of 46" flat panel displays hanging from the ceilings, the decor is like being on a giant iPod. Very clean. I asked if they make microchips.
-We jet from his office at 6:30 or so and try to navigate the subway over to Brooklyn. On the 6 (I'm just Jenny from the block), there is a kid sitting by himself. He had plenty of space even though it was a crowded commuter train. I'll tell you why: he was huffing a can of pressurized air and making no secret of it. He was taking 15 second hits, and literally doing two a minute. Also, after each hit, he would offer to share his cup of soup with everyone on the train. Nobody took him up on the offer, possibly because they didn't have a spoon with them. Our huffer, however, did have a spoon; the spoon was tucked into strange/dirty/dreadlocked/braid thing on top of his head.
-We change trains and find ourselves going to Brooklyn. Kevin comments on a guy with a full size mountain bike on a crowded train. To make it better, he takes out a U-lock and locks his bike to the center pole....and leaves. What is going on here?
-Exiting the AC train in Brooklyn, Kevin points to a "little person" fiddling with his iPod at the top of the stairs. I don't look, silently wondering why Kevin is being so juvenile. He urges me to look again, which I do, and see that it is Peter Dinklage. I recognize him immediately but can't remember his last name so I don't say anything to him. We start walking and, sure enough, he's going to the same place we are: a big warehouse theater directly under the Brooklyn Bridge.
-Pick up the tickets at will call and kill some time talking about how to jump off the corporate rat race to middle age. I'm feeling confident in my film career but would be quite happy to open a family business with my brother in law. They flash the lights and we head in to find our seats.
-The first show is "Sawbones" by the Coen Brothers. John Goodman, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Steve Buscemi and Marcia Gay Harden are the actors I immediately recognize. The other two are unfamiliar. The show itself is remarkably short, only about 25 minutes. There are funny moments but I don't get what I expected. Everyone performs well, but I find myself thinking the story to be sort of...I don't know. It could have been better. Several people around us were commenting that it was hard to follow with the two separate narratives going on at the same time. I understand it, but I'm not thrilled with it.
-Second show is "Hope Leaves the Theater" by Charlie Kaufman. First of all, Peter Dinklage was performing in this one, and he owned it. Great timing and delivery, and nailed the accents. The story, wow, where to begin. There are at least three different levels of "show within a show" going on, and it gets tiresome. In his usual way, Kaufman works himself into the story more than a few times, and at one point Meryl Streep begins crying over Charlie's "suicide". The fourth wall is repeatedly broken and I notice that Kevin is pulling his fingernails off waiting for this to end. Overall, I enjoyed the night but was underwhelmed by the show.
-Catch the AC back to NY Penn, grab a NJ Transit train out to Metropark, get the car and run over to Kevin's place to pick up Karen who spent the night with Jenny and Alec. Arrive before midnight but, as usual, we all sit around and talk until almost 2 in the morning.
-Work is...I don't know what it is. It's work. Pretty standard day, although I guess there are a few more botched deals that need ironing out. The guy who gave me the three week runaround about being properly contracted to sell to him has declared our transaction 'illegal' and that he won't pay his invoice. When we replied "that's fine, we'll be there this afternoon to repo our equipment," his tone shifted and wanted to work something out. I'll tell you what to work out: stroke a check by the end of next week or we'll sue. Can you spell litigation? We'll take his ass to Judge Judy.
-Very excited about the Charlie Kaufman/Coen Brothers show tonight. Should be excellent. If it ends at 11, we'll leave Brooklyn directly but likely won't get back to Jersey until the wee hours of the morning. I might need to sleep in til at least 8 tomorrow.
-Leave work at three and shoot over to the Metropark station where I grab the 3:44 train to NY Penn. Into NY at 4:30. After a quick call to Kevin for a reminder on the directions, I walk two blocks to the NRWQ station and take the uptown train to his office. Supposed to get off at the 59th/Lex stop but, being early, I jump at the Central Park exit and walk the four blocks. It's a beautiful day and I'm finding myself wishing for more time to walk around.
-The new building is excessive. Very cool to look at, but I understand how it would get real old, real fast. Aside from the shoots of color everywhere, and the hundreds of 46" flat panel displays hanging from the ceilings, the decor is like being on a giant iPod. Very clean. I asked if they make microchips.
-We jet from his office at 6:30 or so and try to navigate the subway over to Brooklyn. On the 6 (I'm just Jenny from the block), there is a kid sitting by himself. He had plenty of space even though it was a crowded commuter train. I'll tell you why: he was huffing a can of pressurized air and making no secret of it. He was taking 15 second hits, and literally doing two a minute. Also, after each hit, he would offer to share his cup of soup with everyone on the train. Nobody took him up on the offer, possibly because they didn't have a spoon with them. Our huffer, however, did have a spoon; the spoon was tucked into strange/dirty/dreadlocked/braid thing on top of his head.
-We change trains and find ourselves going to Brooklyn. Kevin comments on a guy with a full size mountain bike on a crowded train. To make it better, he takes out a U-lock and locks his bike to the center pole....and leaves. What is going on here?
-Exiting the AC train in Brooklyn, Kevin points to a "little person" fiddling with his iPod at the top of the stairs. I don't look, silently wondering why Kevin is being so juvenile. He urges me to look again, which I do, and see that it is Peter Dinklage. I recognize him immediately but can't remember his last name so I don't say anything to him. We start walking and, sure enough, he's going to the same place we are: a big warehouse theater directly under the Brooklyn Bridge.
-Pick up the tickets at will call and kill some time talking about how to jump off the corporate rat race to middle age. I'm feeling confident in my film career but would be quite happy to open a family business with my brother in law. They flash the lights and we head in to find our seats.
-The first show is "Sawbones" by the Coen Brothers. John Goodman, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Steve Buscemi and Marcia Gay Harden are the actors I immediately recognize. The other two are unfamiliar. The show itself is remarkably short, only about 25 minutes. There are funny moments but I don't get what I expected. Everyone performs well, but I find myself thinking the story to be sort of...I don't know. It could have been better. Several people around us were commenting that it was hard to follow with the two separate narratives going on at the same time. I understand it, but I'm not thrilled with it.
-Second show is "Hope Leaves the Theater" by Charlie Kaufman. First of all, Peter Dinklage was performing in this one, and he owned it. Great timing and delivery, and nailed the accents. The story, wow, where to begin. There are at least three different levels of "show within a show" going on, and it gets tiresome. In his usual way, Kaufman works himself into the story more than a few times, and at one point Meryl Streep begins crying over Charlie's "suicide". The fourth wall is repeatedly broken and I notice that Kevin is pulling his fingernails off waiting for this to end. Overall, I enjoyed the night but was underwhelmed by the show.
-Catch the AC back to NY Penn, grab a NJ Transit train out to Metropark, get the car and run over to Kevin's place to pick up Karen who spent the night with Jenny and Alec. Arrive before midnight but, as usual, we all sit around and talk until almost 2 in the morning.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
He Treats Me Like A Rag Doll (4/28)
-Very hard to get out of bed. Finally get up at 6:40 with full knowledge that I need to be in the car at 7:05. Don't doubt the magic...cause I made it. Still had time to pack a lunch.
-Work is work. Lots of phone calls today and steady stream of actual work. I won't bore you with the details.
-Also fielded several phone calls about the secret operation. I'll reveal more about that in a few weeks.
-Starting to get really motivated...it tingles.
UPDATED
-Afternoon is slow. Hit some golf balls over lunch. My only flurry of activity is a spattering of phone calls at 10 to 5. Typical. Try to clean up the mess and get the hell out.
-Traffic blew, got the train station at 6:20 to pick her up. Make some easy dinner, spaghetti, and we're both hit with phone calls. First I talk to the doctor for a while about new medication and when to come in. Shortly after, Karen gets a friendly call that lasts for over an hour. Don't know who it is. No big deal, I retire to the mac to work on the pages. Take a break at 9 to watch the Apprentice and go straight back after it's over. No great quantity but I was quite pleased with the content. Three or four pages total.
-11:15, give up on the writing and put Kill Bill on the big screen. Watch that until a few minutes before midnight and go to bed. Karen wakes up and reminds me that we forgot to put away the spaghetti...or even clean up. So I take the naked walk into the kitchen to clean up. Life can be pretty glamorous sometimes; standing naked in your kitchen at 12:30 while you scrape dried pasta out of the colander.
-Work is work. Lots of phone calls today and steady stream of actual work. I won't bore you with the details.
-Also fielded several phone calls about the secret operation. I'll reveal more about that in a few weeks.
-Starting to get really motivated...it tingles.
UPDATED
-Afternoon is slow. Hit some golf balls over lunch. My only flurry of activity is a spattering of phone calls at 10 to 5. Typical. Try to clean up the mess and get the hell out.
-Traffic blew, got the train station at 6:20 to pick her up. Make some easy dinner, spaghetti, and we're both hit with phone calls. First I talk to the doctor for a while about new medication and when to come in. Shortly after, Karen gets a friendly call that lasts for over an hour. Don't know who it is. No big deal, I retire to the mac to work on the pages. Take a break at 9 to watch the Apprentice and go straight back after it's over. No great quantity but I was quite pleased with the content. Three or four pages total.
-11:15, give up on the writing and put Kill Bill on the big screen. Watch that until a few minutes before midnight and go to bed. Karen wakes up and reminds me that we forgot to put away the spaghetti...or even clean up. So I take the naked walk into the kitchen to clean up. Life can be pretty glamorous sometimes; standing naked in your kitchen at 12:30 while you scrape dried pasta out of the colander.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
'Nother day, 'nother dollar. (4/27)
-Rolled out of bed at 7:00 and put on some pajama pants, take the wife to the train station. Back to bed.
-Plan on getting up at 8:30, over to the lab by 9:15 for the bloodwork, on the parkway by 10 and at my desk by 10:45. Turned off the alarm in my sleep, got up at 9:00, shipped out a few emails to Jon and Andy (Bader) about the upcoming as-yet-undeveloped film project, and finally leave the house at 10:10. Starting behind the ball here.
-The wait at the lab was only 20 minutes this time which is clearly an improvement over last week's hour and a half. Get into the chair and tie off. Remind myself how little the needle hurt last week in an effort to relieve anxiety. The tech is nice enough to ask if I'm going to pass out; I tell her that I'm naturally pale. The first vein yielded no blood. Second try is for vein that is halfway around my elbow, looks far worse. No blood. Rather than pull it out and try again, she decides to play some Galaga on my arm, using the needle that protrudes from my vein as a joystick. Felt lovely.
-After a quick stop at Wawa, I make it to the office at 12:00. Catch up on the work email, trying to finalize plans with Kevin for the show this Friday. Move on to some real work and I realize it looks like a slow day...
UPDATED
-Work was uneventful. The details aren't popping out at me. Probably for the better.
-Drive home was in moderate traffic. Perhaps a lot of the Jews can't afford to go full throttle with the whole Passover thing. At any rate, I make it to the train station right at six in the pouring rain. Park where I always do, in the pickup lane next to the platform. Killed some time reading "Making Movies" by Sidney Lumet. Interesting to read that they built the bank from Dog Day Afternoon in an empty warehouse in Brooklyn so it could be shot with wild walls and still have seamless access to the street. If you've seen the film you'll realize how often this is necessary.
-A train pulled up, but no wife in sight. I figured she was on the next one and resumed reading. But she was on that train. Karen was sitting at the back of the train and got the bright idea that she could save time by going all the way to the front car. She was backwards in her thinking. It's actually the rear-most car that stops in the best spot. What would have been a 20 foot walk under the covered platform turned into a 400m walk in the pouring rain. Thankfully she was able to laugh about it.
-Neither of us felt like cooking (or cleaning up) dinner, so I had a bowl of leftover mashed potatoes and a piece of chocolate cake. Mmmm, good.
-We sat and watched some Dateline special about evil wherein they show an actual exorcism. Quite funny, especially for a guy like me. Karen told me that I was Satan, which I disagree with, although that would make her Mrs Satan...which oddly enough, does make sense. The show digressed into a piece about the religious snake handlers...cuckoo...cuckoo. No fucking way. Not me.
-After the freakshow I bailed out for the warm glow of the Mac. Tried to get moving on the script but Andy Bader was online and I chatted him up for over an hour. Just talked some script points and about a feature film he's shooting this summer back in NC.
-Karen came in at 10 to announce she was sick and off to bed. Checked her temperature and she seemed alright. Apparently her head was pounding and her body was achy...flu like! She passed right out and I got going on the script. Only managed to put down 2-3 pages in between talking to Andy and Jon, but it was some quality stuff.
-Got scared for a minute when Karen began calling for me from the bedroom. Ran in there to see if she was okay but only got gibberish in return. This girl could get up, wash the bathroom sink, prep a dinner salad, check her email, and still be asleep the whole time. I've never known anyone who could operate completely passed out like she can. I left her there speaking in tongues and finished up the writing and conversations. Made it to bed right around midnight.
-Plan on getting up at 8:30, over to the lab by 9:15 for the bloodwork, on the parkway by 10 and at my desk by 10:45. Turned off the alarm in my sleep, got up at 9:00, shipped out a few emails to Jon and Andy (Bader) about the upcoming as-yet-undeveloped film project, and finally leave the house at 10:10. Starting behind the ball here.
-The wait at the lab was only 20 minutes this time which is clearly an improvement over last week's hour and a half. Get into the chair and tie off. Remind myself how little the needle hurt last week in an effort to relieve anxiety. The tech is nice enough to ask if I'm going to pass out; I tell her that I'm naturally pale. The first vein yielded no blood. Second try is for vein that is halfway around my elbow, looks far worse. No blood. Rather than pull it out and try again, she decides to play some Galaga on my arm, using the needle that protrudes from my vein as a joystick. Felt lovely.
-After a quick stop at Wawa, I make it to the office at 12:00. Catch up on the work email, trying to finalize plans with Kevin for the show this Friday. Move on to some real work and I realize it looks like a slow day...
UPDATED
-Work was uneventful. The details aren't popping out at me. Probably for the better.
-Drive home was in moderate traffic. Perhaps a lot of the Jews can't afford to go full throttle with the whole Passover thing. At any rate, I make it to the train station right at six in the pouring rain. Park where I always do, in the pickup lane next to the platform. Killed some time reading "Making Movies" by Sidney Lumet. Interesting to read that they built the bank from Dog Day Afternoon in an empty warehouse in Brooklyn so it could be shot with wild walls and still have seamless access to the street. If you've seen the film you'll realize how often this is necessary.
-A train pulled up, but no wife in sight. I figured she was on the next one and resumed reading. But she was on that train. Karen was sitting at the back of the train and got the bright idea that she could save time by going all the way to the front car. She was backwards in her thinking. It's actually the rear-most car that stops in the best spot. What would have been a 20 foot walk under the covered platform turned into a 400m walk in the pouring rain. Thankfully she was able to laugh about it.
-Neither of us felt like cooking (or cleaning up) dinner, so I had a bowl of leftover mashed potatoes and a piece of chocolate cake. Mmmm, good.
-We sat and watched some Dateline special about evil wherein they show an actual exorcism. Quite funny, especially for a guy like me. Karen told me that I was Satan, which I disagree with, although that would make her Mrs Satan...which oddly enough, does make sense. The show digressed into a piece about the religious snake handlers...cuckoo...cuckoo. No fucking way. Not me.
-After the freakshow I bailed out for the warm glow of the Mac. Tried to get moving on the script but Andy Bader was online and I chatted him up for over an hour. Just talked some script points and about a feature film he's shooting this summer back in NC.
-Karen came in at 10 to announce she was sick and off to bed. Checked her temperature and she seemed alright. Apparently her head was pounding and her body was achy...flu like! She passed right out and I got going on the script. Only managed to put down 2-3 pages in between talking to Andy and Jon, but it was some quality stuff.
-Got scared for a minute when Karen began calling for me from the bedroom. Ran in there to see if she was okay but only got gibberish in return. This girl could get up, wash the bathroom sink, prep a dinner salad, check her email, and still be asleep the whole time. I've never known anyone who could operate completely passed out like she can. I left her there speaking in tongues and finished up the writing and conversations. Made it to bed right around midnight.
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