holy treefrog, i’m tired.
So tired.
Tired enough to lose track of myself on the way to work, and get off at the wrong stop.
Tired enough to sign an email, “Mwf.”
Tired enough to require small hydraulic lifts to keep my eyes open.
Tired enough to be on my fourth cup of coffee and feel NOTHING.
We were up a little late last night, listening to music, eating ice cream, watching Alias DVD gag reels and generally harassing one another. And while I can usually stay up pretty late without repercussions, I think my body is finally starting to object to my habits:
WE ARE NO LONGER 25. WHERE IS THE BED?
This random and nerdy behaviour followed a really lovely dinner out with Eric (even though we had a showdown as to who would get to order the paella and ate the most garlic-laden hummus on the face of the earth and also? I looked like a vagrant in my damp, rolled-up jeans and sketch hair.
Fortunately, Eric did not point and laugh.)
He is going home today, and that’s a good thing, since he’s really annoying.
I’M KIDDING.
No, we’ll miss him (WAAAAAAAHHH), but I’ve also radically neglected my laundry and cleaning and general life maintenance to take on the “San Diego party lifestyle” for a week. I actually wore the same shirt twice without washing it the other day, and that NEVER happens to Captain OCD (yes, I know washing things too often is bad for them. SO BE IT.)
Besides having the Eric about, I’ll miss being a part of Catherine’s nocturnal angst. When I would accidentally brush by her in her sleep (on a futon on the floor in my bedroom during Eric’s stay) or come into the room after she’d gone to bed, or even just move on my bed, she would thrash violently and make horrified noises and grimace in disgust.
It’s honestly one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen, and she never remembers it in the morning. OR SO SHE SAYS.
I should start sleep pinching people. “What, I WASN’T AWAKE!”
Anyway, I’m too mentally garbled to offer much of value for now, but I do have some invasive and personal questions for you to answer!
YAY!
1. Do you do anything weird in your sleep?
2. What is your favourite word today?
3. If you could choose one smell to smell right now, what would it be?
4. Last three songs that played on any musical device you own?
5. How is the summer treating you?
6. Does the term “lunchmeat” horrify you, too?
7. Why do I keep smashing off my big toenail in random incidents?
July 19th, 2007 at 10:35 am
1. when i am really tired i talk in my sleep.
2. fire cracker.
3. a big hunk of meat grilling.
4. clocks by cold play, dip it low by christina milian, nasty naughty boy by christina aguilera.
5. not too bad thus far, and grand prix weekend is next weekend! yippee!
6. nope. when i hear the term lunch meat i always think of bologna or salami or ham.
7. ouchy! because you never wear shoes?
July 19th, 2007 at 11:03 am
1. I have been known to have full, deep conversations with people, and be completely unaware of it the next morning. I twitch and snore and sound like a train rolling through town (at least that’s my brother’s interpretation of it), but that’s nothing too out of the ordinary.
2. Onomatopoeia.
3. The smell of Hawaii as you step off the plane. Glorious!
4. “Mind Games” - Gavin Rossdale, “(There Is) No Greater Love” - Amy Winehouse, “Why I Lie” - Liz Phair.
5. It has been fantastic! I’ve got some wonderful things coming up that I’m really looking forward to.
6. Somewhat. Today it sounds particularly disgusting. You don’t want to know why. Ew.
7. I’m not sure, but it sounds painful.
July 19th, 2007 at 11:09 am
1. I don’t think so. But I’m not sure, I am after all asleep!
2. Numenous. A coworker gave it to me yesterday.
3. clean sheets
4. Been listening to a book on my ipod. Does that count?
5. Okay, I guess.
6. Yup!
7. If I could answer that, maybe I would stop getting bruises all over my right leg (never the left)!
July 19th, 2007 at 11:25 am
1. Do you do anything weird in your sleep?
Apparently I get really cranky and mean if someone (read: my fiance) touch me or invade my comfy sleeping position in any way. I have been known to swear at him, frown and tell him to move over and leave me alone. The first time I did this, he was a little taken aback, but now he just thinks it’s funny and pokes me on purpose just to get a reaction. I never remember it in the morning but always apologize profusely!
2. What is your favourite word today?
Holy treefrog! Okay that’s two words.
3. If you could choose one smell to smell right now, what would it be?
My puppy’s paws. They smell like popcorn, it’s so cute! But only if that meant she was here too and not just the smell of her little toes.
4. Last three songs that played on any musical device you own?
Embarassingly, the only musical “device” that I own is the radio in my car, and remembering the last three songs they played this morning would require brain power that I just don’t have. I seem to remember Gwen Stefani in there somewhere.
5. How is the summer treating you?
The same as all the other seasons. I’ve spent it all at work. I would like a vacation, and then I would have a different answer for ya.
6. Does the term “lunchmeat” horrify you, too?
Now that you mention it.
7. Why do I keep smashing off my big toenail in random incidents?
Yowch. Wrong shoes? I keep stubbing my toe on my bedpost at home, if it’s any consolation.
July 19th, 2007 at 12:20 pm
1. not that i am aware of, but as a child i frequently talked in my sleep.
2. hope
3. fresh gardenias
4. “won’t be home” by the old 97s, “brother love’s traveling salvation show” by neil diamond, “a minor incident” by badly drawn boy
5. great, but a tad too warm for my liking
6. yes
7. because you refuse to wear shoes
July 19th, 2007 at 12:21 pm
1. I flail. Not so romantic.
2. luminous
3. lilies
4. ‘uprising, down under’ sam roberts, ‘I won’t back down’ tom petty, ‘baba o’rielly’ pearl jam live at the gorge.
5. lovely, lovely - but it’s time for the sun to return.
6. mmm. lunchmeat.
7. your toe has developed a personality of it’s own. you must speak firmly to it & tell it to behave itself.
July 19th, 2007 at 12:56 pm
1. I talk in my sleep, apparently.
2. Douchebag. because I’m that classy.
3. Rain + fresh cut grass
4. Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol; Easily - Red Hot Chili Peppers; All Apologies - Nirvana
5. So far so good.
6. I can’t say it does, or that I’ve ever given it any thought.
7. Because you’re clumsy?
July 19th, 2007 at 1:00 pm
Once having been stubbed, a toe is infinitesimally larger than it was mere seconds before, and thus more susceptible to further injury which will occur , often repeatedly. To then berate it (Alexa!) would, in fact, add insult to injury. Never good for any body part, but especially not for a part so far from the heart of things,-a part which already feels slightly disenfranchised and does not fully believe in its own worth as a contributor to the over-all balance (literally) of the body in question. Meg’s toes have no real concept of their worth - except for the odd pedicure, which cannot reassure digits which are,in the main, left out in the cold(or heat, depending on the season) to fend for themselves.
July 19th, 2007 at 1:08 pm
1. I used to literally kick my sister out of bed…the bruises prove it.
2. SNARKY! and whilst.
3. Sand.
4. Country, country, and a personal favorite by a friend called Jimmy Boy
5.Fabulous! Even better on Thursday when I fly off to Israel.
6. No…it makes me hungry
7. For the same reason why I have six bruises on my arm from running into walls that don’t move. We are exceptionally talented people!
July 19th, 2007 at 2:14 pm
1. I don’t move at all, and I breathe very slowly and silently. More than once my husband has woken me up to make sure I’m still alive.
2. Juicy booty (ok, it’s two, but the resident toddler chose to shout it out during a diaper change and I can’t stop snickering).
3. Coffee.
4. Colin Hay: Overkill, Lazlo Bane: Superman, Shawn Mullins: All in my Head.
5. Poorly.
6. God, yes.
7. I dunno. You’re related to me? (Have broken pinky toe 2x so far this summer)
July 19th, 2007 at 6:34 pm
1. I have wild dreams when I eat or drink chocolate.
2. Colour with a ‘u’
3. Rain
4. ‘Listen Here’ by Eddie Harris, ‘Grey Room’ by Damien Rice, ‘Mount Wroclai’ by Beirut
5. Plain, with some adventure.
6. Nope, craving a Montreal Smoked Meat Sandwich at the moment.
7. What everybody else already said, especially the excessive sandle wearing bit.
July 19th, 2007 at 7:28 pm
1. I grind my teeth.
2. Storm.
3. Lilacs.
4. I don’t remember. I haven’t played any songs in the last few days. Sad.
5. Unfortunately, it’s been a fairly rotten summer so far.
6. Oh god yes. Especially “Olive Loaf.”
7. Perhaps you have toe-main poisoning. You should probably call a toe truck.
July 19th, 2007 at 10:25 pm
1. I grind my teeth, and sometimes talk/laugh/yell in my sleep (I’ve been told).
2. Denuded
3. Top of a baby’s head (or chocolate)
4. Rudebox - Robbie Williams; We’ll Meet Along The Way - Hem; Celice - A-ha (yes they are still around)
5. Not too shabby, except I now have the dreaded summer cold, and I have a feeling I got it from someone (a) at work, or (b) on the bus (YUCK)
6. Err…not really…makes me think of camping
7. I’m with you on this one. I only wear shoes if I have to…and as a result my pinky toe bears the brunt of the corner of “___” (pretty much anything that has a corner really) - so to directly answer your question, I’d have to say b/c you don’t wear shoes!
July 20th, 2007 at 5:42 am
1. I talk in French (and I’m a native English speaker).
2. Krunk! (per Conan O’Brian’s making, and not crunk that has found itself into the dictionary)
3. Roses
4. Bobby Vinton’s theme song, over and over and over (it was on a uke)
5. For better and for worse
6. Yes (I keep thinking of the loaf-”meat” that has soup bits embedded into it)
7. Do you have a disdain of putting nail polish on it?
July 20th, 2007 at 9:00 am
The only related term I can think of to “lunchmeat” that truly disgusts me is when the name of a food is followed by the actual word “food” or “food product” or preceded by “edible”.
Anytime the label has to assure me the object in question will not kill me, I am concerned.
For example, I love macaroni and cheese. However, if I was given a box of mac and cheese whose label read, “Edible Macaroni and Cheese Food Product”, I would run away, screaming and then compulsively wash my hands until they were red.
Well, maybe not quite that extreme, but close.
Any combination of those will have the same effect though. Other examples:
Macaroni and Cheese Food - AGH!
Edible Macaroni and Cheese - GLURK!
Macaroni and Cheese Product - NNNGGG!
Macaroni and Cheese Food Product - NOOO!
Mac and cheese? Yum!
July 20th, 2007 at 11:25 am
1. Not that I’m aware of, but I do take up the entire bed whenever possible.
2. thuggery
3. Briny ocean.
4. Ladybug Waltz - Bif Naked; Let Down - Bif Naked; I Turn My Camera On - Spoon.
5. Comme ci comme ca. Pushing through for the big fall holiday to France, Italy and Malta.
6. Not horrifying, but a little puzzling. What if you eat it at dinner? Why don’t we say dinner meat? Or brunch meat?
7. Because you secretly disdain your big toenail and this is your subconscious way of punishing it…?
3.
July 24th, 2007 at 5:14 pm
1. I ’sigh’ loudly and often. My fiance says “twenty and twister”…don’t ask.
2. Embellishment…you can’t embellish it.
3. My niece.
4. That would require a memory on my part but I know that one of them was a Michael Buble song…I always remember him cause I repeat Buble over and over again.
5. The sun it out today, I’ve cautioned it about tomorrow.
6. The only word more terrifying that lunchmeat is “spam” (not the email kind).
7. Because you’re a clutz’s, clutz’s are hilarious.