Jan
22
2009

Because Destiny is a Fickle Bitch

That has nothing to do with this post or with what is bugging me.  It’s just a brilliant, memorable line, and I felt it was important to highlight given that I have just returned from the first Lost party of the season.  Great episode, though when the red-headed chick got the nosebleed and the headache and started forgetting crucial details, all I could think was “I feel you, sister.”

What is grinding my gears at this particular moment is restlessness.  I can’t sleep.

I am exhausted (and sitting in bed with all the lights off) but can’t seem to quiet my head enough to actually lose consciousness.  I also can’t quiet the couple next door who seem to be having an argument, the assclown upstairs who insists on playing video games at ten times the normal volume or the glorious sounds of Fillmore and California streets, which some have described as “like living above Tel Aviv.”

There are a million things keeping me awake at the moment (mostly just too many thoughts in this tiny, tiny head), but I don’t have the space to Meccanize them all.  So, I will lump them under one umbrella term and say F you,  “restlessness:” You are Meccanized.

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  • http://www.pageonepr.com Bret Clement

    Although your nights sound hellish, at least you get to do PR during the day! A nice balance. I'm really looking forward to upcoming client call with our most awesome team.

  • http://www.pageonepr.com Bret Clement

    Although your nights sound hellish, at least you get to do PR during the day! A nice balance. I'm really looking forward to upcoming client call with our most awesome team.

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