...While you were sleeping...
I wuz trying to find the thing about the Koala Bear. And I couldn't. It was in someone's recent journal entry, and it would've been much easier to find it and send you there, but since I couldn't find it...
A Koala Bear goes into a bar & Grille, walks past the bar, nods to the bartender and sits down at a table. The waiter comes and takes his order. The Koala Bear sits and smokes and broods over his drink until his supper comes. He proceeds to eat his supper; when he's finished, he pulls a pistol out of his fanny-pack and kills the waiter.
He then gets up and leaves.
As he walks past the bar, the bartender cries out, "Why did you do that?"
The Koala bear pauses and says, "Look it up."
The bartender is confused. "What?" he says.
The Koala bear gives him a disgusted look and says, "Just look it up." and goes on his way.
The bartender gets his Funk and Wagnal's and looks it up. Sure enough...
OK, so it isn't all that funny. That's not my point; after all, it's somebody else's joke, I stole it. But it points out something completely amazing to me: The English language is so flexible, it can be bent to glorious phrases, but it can also be easily broken.
That's it. The lesson for today.
On to other things....
But I made it through the night. Sometimes I don't know how I do it, other times I don't know why. But shortly after I wrote "I'm dog-tired. For the third day in a row, I got only four hours of sleep. " I started feeling sorry for myself. And I know better than to let that happen. That's the only thing that can really kill me, the pity party. And it did. I drag. Time drags. The whole fucking world slows down, I know it does.
On a lighter note, I turned the rental property over to a management firm. Got rid of a whole lot of headaches at the same time.
And once again, the same old song (using the same old note) I'm going to bed!
KOALA BEAR: (noun) Eats shoots and leaves.
I'm dog-tired. For the third day in a row, I got only four hours of sleep.