Long Weekend

Not counting the last 2-ish hours, I've either been working or sleeping since 4PM Friday. (FYI: most of it wasn’t sleep.) Good LORD what a long weekend. I mean, it’s profitable and all, but I’m getting too old for this. Not in the “I’m too mature sense,” but in the “damn I’m tired ‘cause I don’t have the energy I used to” sense. Unfortunately, I have so much mountain dew in my system, that sleep is not quite an option just yet. Mmmm…. Mountain dew… it’s like God pissed in a cup and gave it to us to drink. (Because, despite the fact that it’s divine, I must admit a certain piss-like quality to it.) BUT! it keeps me going on those 12-hour days when I have nothing left to give. Unfortunately, it also keeps me going well PAST those 12-hour days when all I want to do is sleep. It is both my strength and my bane. And for those of you who want a real kick, try some grenadine in your mountain dew; it’s to die for.

But, on top of being so wired that I’m hitting the keyboard using only the power of my mind, I also just need down time. Have any of you ever tried to go to bed for the night 5 minutes after you walk in the door from work? It’s not easy to do. We need, well, at least I need, time to unwind and relax, and I didn’t have that this past weekend. So I guess I’m making up for it now. Yippee. Unwinding is so great. Lol… oh, lord, but I enjoy making myself laugh.

Speaking of, I have successfully made myself laugh at the same self-created bit for the past four days or so. This surprises me, because in MOST cases, it’s the punchline of the joke, the part that makes you go “huh?” that instigates the laughter, which is why jokes become less funny the more you hear them; they aren’t surprising anymore. But, well, here’s the wind-up (it’s not a joke; just an action.) The sun-visor in my car rattles a bit, and it drives me crazy. However, I can’t really adjust it in small degrees. It’s either up, 45-ish degrees down, or all the way down. When it’s down at all, it doesn’t rattle, but when it’s down all the way, I can’t see quite as well. So every once in a while I get sick of the rattle and I move it to the 45degree spot, which puts the edge of the visor about 5 inches from my forehead. And EVERY time, I visualize myself having to slam on the brakes for something, smacking my forehead into the visor and going “aaaaah...” in a very Chris Farley-esque sort of way, and I crack myself up. It’s the funniest damn thing in the world to me, and I get myself with it every time. Most of you out there are probably going “Uh, yeah. Sure Chris. Whatever.” Well it’s funny to ME dammit! But then, I laughed at Blankman. (Not true; never saw the movie, but I heard it was pretty god-awful.)