when do normal people sleep?
Because lately I have been going to bed sometime after they wake up.
Last night I watched the last episode of 'Six Feet Under' and it was a doozy. It messed with my head enough that I had to go take a walk for an hour afterward and sort out some feelings. Jebus, that was a great show.
I went to see 'The Aristocrats' today at the Arena Grand Theater. I rode the bike Josh has lent me for the past few weeks. After it was over, I came outside and put the key in the bike lock, turned it, and watched the key twist like a wet noodle. It was the first time I had used this bike lock of his: I've taken my bike inside with me wherever else I've gone with it. I delicately pulled out the now spiral-shaped key, and touched it to see if it was stable and it burned me. It burned me! The metal got hot enough from my twisting it that it hurt!
I started to walk home, leaving the bike there. Then I stopped, went back, and tried again. A moment's thought made it clear that if I were to leave it there, that this was going to be a big honking ordeal, with me hoofing it miles over to Josh's, finding or buying bolt cutters, finding someone at MILO to give me a ride back there. So I tried again for a while to make this awful lock work. It didn't. This was now officially a big honking ordeal.
It took me an hour of bugging handymen at MILO to turn up a set of boltcutters. Their willingness in the middle of the night to provide me, a stranger, with heavy-duty expensive equipment that could obviously be used for illegal purposes was startling and potentially stupid. When I found Josh, he was space-rocking out in his apartment with a brother-sister pair from Mars. On the way to Arena Grand I asked what kind of drugs they were on, as they were saying and playing some of the strangest things I've ever heard; "Nothing. That's how they are all the time."
It turns out he has something like five extra keys for his bike lock. Don't ask me why, it was very useful and I won't complain. After it was all over, I rode the bike to AMC's Monday night poker game, where I was too late to do anything but hang out while they finished up. It was still fun, though.
More adventures to come.
Last night I watched the last episode of 'Six Feet Under' and it was a doozy. It messed with my head enough that I had to go take a walk for an hour afterward and sort out some feelings. Jebus, that was a great show.
I went to see 'The Aristocrats' today at the Arena Grand Theater. I rode the bike Josh has lent me for the past few weeks. After it was over, I came outside and put the key in the bike lock, turned it, and watched the key twist like a wet noodle. It was the first time I had used this bike lock of his: I've taken my bike inside with me wherever else I've gone with it. I delicately pulled out the now spiral-shaped key, and touched it to see if it was stable and it burned me. It burned me! The metal got hot enough from my twisting it that it hurt!
I started to walk home, leaving the bike there. Then I stopped, went back, and tried again. A moment's thought made it clear that if I were to leave it there, that this was going to be a big honking ordeal, with me hoofing it miles over to Josh's, finding or buying bolt cutters, finding someone at MILO to give me a ride back there. So I tried again for a while to make this awful lock work. It didn't. This was now officially a big honking ordeal.
It took me an hour of bugging handymen at MILO to turn up a set of boltcutters. Their willingness in the middle of the night to provide me, a stranger, with heavy-duty expensive equipment that could obviously be used for illegal purposes was startling and potentially stupid. When I found Josh, he was space-rocking out in his apartment with a brother-sister pair from Mars. On the way to Arena Grand I asked what kind of drugs they were on, as they were saying and playing some of the strangest things I've ever heard; "Nothing. That's how they are all the time."
It turns out he has something like five extra keys for his bike lock. Don't ask me why, it was very useful and I won't complain. After it was all over, I rode the bike to AMC's Monday night poker game, where I was too late to do anything but hang out while they finished up. It was still fun, though.
More adventures to come.
posted by Landon at 5:10 AM
2 Comments:
http://www.hbo.com/sixfeetunder/obituary/episode63.shtml
well i guess that you have to define "normal." There are normal people here that sleep from 8am to 2pm. i sleep from 11pm to 5 am so "normal" people just sleep. I dont think that it has to do with when you sleep just if you do or not.
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