1:49 p.m. - 2003-08-27
Being a badass
Look at me, being all busy at work and still finding time for this journal stuff. They don�t call me �Badass� for nothing. Actually, they don�t actually call me Badass, but wouldn�t it be fun if they did?
�Hey, Badass. What�s the sitch?�
I don�t speak gangster, sorry.
Now this guy is a Badass.
1:25 p.m. - 2003-08-25
Sunday, stupid sunday
I�m going to go grab a cup of tea and think about being asleep.
I didn�t get a lot of sleep last night. I rarely do on Sundays. To be perfectly honest, I don�t particularly like Sunday nights. Not only do they signal the coming of the Dreaded Monday, they make me feel restless and anxious and somehow I can never quite relax or get myself to bed at a decent hour.
The main problem lies in the fact that I sleep in on Sunday mornings. Sunday mornings are great for that. And being the card-carrying Atheist that I am, I don�t often have plans for that particular time of day. And there are very few things that will wake me up early on a Sunday morning, if I can help it anyway. People living below my apartment, banging on drums with their kids in a not so rhythmic fashion will do it, but otherwise it�s never by choice. Thing is, I have a very picky Sleep Clock inside of me. For some odd reason, if I sleep in anywhere past 11 am, there is but a snowball�s chance in hell that I will get to sleep before 2 in the morning that night. Unless I drink, but that�s a whole different set of problems in itself. The result of this particular situation generally ends up being me, searching for something to do, up until 3 in the morning and finding myself very tired and thinking about sleep Monday morning.
In conclusion, I don�t like Sundays.
I do, however, really like the U2 song, but that�s not really the same thing, is it?
