Three years ago, I would have been worried about how many things I could be writing for Halloween at this time of the year. Five years ago, I actually would have a bunch of stuff written. This year, I’m about to go to work. Haven’t written anything Halloween related (or not) in far too long. Sucks to be me.
But this is still my favorite holiday. Happy Halloween.
I just spent a week without the Internet, which sucked, of course, but it was better than that too recent time when I had not computer at all.
But now I’m back and I will murder the world with electricity. No, that’s not the one. No, what I meant was I will do a haiku.
Molten Lava Man.
He has the power of flight.
But lava can’t fly…
I don’t know if there has ever actually been a Molten Lava Man. I don’t care. That is all for now.
Stupid thing that PDR does too often: Opening doors quickly and they smash into my toes. It isn’t a problem when I’m wearing shoes, but when I’m not it can hurt. Granted I do stuff that’s way stupider than that, but this one happens more often than those. That’s what makes those ones special.
Another stupid thing, is that I still haven’t got my sleeping schedule back on track. I think, if I were independently wealthy, I would just abandon the whole nocturnally/diurnal systems and just go to sleep when I got tired and wake up whenever I was done. It may not quite work all the time, but it would be less problematic than spending hours laying awake and trying to get to sleep, which is a great waste of a few hours.
And finally, I would like all Spanish-speaking people to say “Hijole” more often. It would please me.
I just got a wrong-number phone call on my cell in which the caller mentioned the fact that I work nights and asked me if “Mark” had called me with the news yet. Since I do work nights and I know Marq, I thought this was genuinely a call for me. It was easily the longest I’ve been on the phone for a wrong number. Strange stuff.
Anyway, I woke up late before work last night and have not yet been able to return to sleep today. And this after just righting my schedule after the last time it was messed up. I have literally wasted hours doing nothing but tossing and turning now. Sleep hates me. And I don’t care for it all that much either.
Finally, I’m thirsty. Someone bring me a glass of water.
Let’s see… Kip and I saw that Across the Universe movie. Not bad. Not much in the way of a plot, really, but maybe all musicals are like that, what do I know?
As I was walking home from the bus stop tonight some guys drove by yelling incoherently. The only thing I made out was “Allahu Akbar!” While I thought it was hilarious, I wondered shortly after if they were trying to be vaguely threatening by acting like “terrorists” or something. How drunk they clearly were really negated anything malicious they were trying to get across.
My ideal situation though would be that they were actually just really drunk and really thought God Was Great and felt like sharing. That would be nice.
In other news, I ate way too much candy today. I would do it again too. Try and stop me.
And finally: Inspirational lyrics to end my pose:
Kick, Punch, Turn,
I got the funky flow,
M-I-X the flour into the bowl.