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[Nov. 18th, 2009|06:07 pm] |
my body refused to sleep at night consistently, and demanded to sleep days. guys who re-roof houses dont work nights. not good.
Sunday night / Monday morning NO sleep. At all.
Monday afternoon 1 hour nap on THEIR lunch break
Monday night / Tuesday morning 5 hours of sleep *CUMULATIVE* at night.
Tuesday mid-day 1 hour nap at lunch on THEIR break.
Tuesday night / wednesday morning 4 hours sleep
Wednesday morning: HEAVY CHEST PAINS, and significant health scare. Wednesday morning after 9am: NO MEMORY. At all Wednesday morning after 11:30am THEY FINALLY STOPPED WORKIN ON THE ROOF
Woke up an hour ago (5pmish)... chest pains are gone but still tired. |
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[Nov. 16th, 2009|06:22 pm] |
its my birthday today, and i'm supposed to do something, but i've been awake for 28 hours now (insomnia + roofers = no sleep)
i tried to start something but I just cant.
maybe i'll just see a bunch of movies tomorrow. |
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| I'm going to have to implement some sort of quality control. |
[Oct. 9th, 2009|01:09 am] |
What IS the measure of a man. Is it the size of his manhood? If so, than he is situationally more of a man than other times. Also, men aren't as manly when its cold. Manly men live in the cold.
Is it acts of heroism? Well your enemies heroes are your terrorists. Terrorism aint manly, so it cant be heroism.
Is it your deeds? yeah. the land you own. Your possessions.
Evolutionary psychology even backs this theory, showing clear evidence that women measure men materially, men measure women by attractiveness. both genders are superficial assholes but if your a guy, then the name of the game is what you own.
And at the store, buying a bunch of junk that doesn't matter... I purchased an item that defines a generation. Is it just a movie? NO. It, and mostly its sequel, is the most referenced movie next to Citizen Kane.
---- Thats right, I now own a copy of: ---- ---- BREAKIN', and BREAKIN' 2: Electric Boogaloo. ----
I expect all the women, who can no longer control how badly they must have me, to line up at my door any second now. And ladies, while lining up at my door, try to keep in mind I'm a leg guy, not a chest guy. Order yourselves by quality of leg, Bust doesn't matter (except, you know... have some).
And no dudes, I dont care how turned on you are. |
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