I Don't Have A Title And ... Just ... Blah
May 22, 2005 ... 10:56 p.m.
[last week]
Bootsie: “Well, she doesn’t think you can handle both girls.”
Eibisch: “That is ridiculous! I watch Lil’ JD all the time!”
Bootsie: “They’re toddlers, they’re active.”
Eibisch: “Yeah, but, compared to them, JD is ... feral.”
The Plain White T’s who, as we all know, I absolutely adore (even though they went through a whole Menudo thing and now their original singer is the bus driver or something. I kid, he still sings. For now) has their video for “Take Me Away” in the Fuse rotation. Watch them, love them, buy their cds, go to their website, go to their concerts and tell them I sent you.
Perhaps they will send me a free t-shirt. Lord knows, I’ve been pimping them ever since Oscar and I accidentally saw them a few years ago and I bought “Come On Over”, which sold 3000 copies, and I think I deserve a t-shirt.
Ahhh. May. Iowa. It’s been around 30° at night and very cool and/or rainy. Today was the nicest it has been all month and it was only about 70°.
In other news, I actually slept through the night last night. It was the first time in over a year for me to do that. My hip/back doesn’t bother me a lot anymore, but I’m a restless sleeper and I tend to roll onto my stomach for part of the night. Problem is my hip doesn’t really appreciate that, so I wake up and sit up to kind of get a different pressure point or something. Whatever. The point is that I wake up.
Of course another reason for waking up could be that, apparently, I forget to breathe when I sleep. That’s new. I have to schedule a sleep apnea test, which I should do soon, but I just don’t really want to. I mean ... I really don’t think I’ll forget to breathe long enough to, like, die or anything.
And, see, this why common antibiotics try to kill me. I procrastinate about going to doctors. I wait and wait and wait, thinking I’ll get over whatever it is just fine on my own, and then I finally go to a doctor when my eardrum bursts. Well, not even then. Because I waited another week until I started bleeding out of my ear.
Doctors? I don’t need no steeeenking doctors!
So knowing that, and knowing I know that, I should call my doctor, shouldn’t I?
But I won’t. Not until I’ve accidentally swallowed my tongue.
Three times.
Note to Dominic Monaghan,
I got the bee-related shout-out, I got the chocolate-peanut butter-banana shout-out and I got this one, okay? Tom’s in-laws are from “Cedar Rapids”. Right back at you, Dom. I appreciate it. But, see, the thing is ... it was her storyline and she is an Iowan? Oh, Dominic, really. How insulting. I still think you’re cute, but she is married or, at the very least, she was. You’re damaged goods, bubby, and no amount of shout-outs will change that.
Sincerely,
Eibisch
Currently Reading: The Rule of Four by Ian Caldwell
Listening To: Plain White T’s
... take me away, I’m gonna hurt somebody, take me away right now ...
