I'm just. So. Damned. Tired.
I can't really remember what, if anything, happened yesterday. I don't think that anything really happened. I sat around, most likely feeling sorry for myself. I do that when I think I deserve it, which has been a lot lately.
Not feeling good makes me think that I might not be immortal after all. And glad of it. What if I had to live forever and never felt any better than I do right now? Huh? What then?
On the other hand, what if I *don't* live forever, but I still don't feel any better? Just keep getting worse until I die?
O'well, that's life, I guess. Can't win them all.
I really do think that I'm going to start perking up here... it has, as I have mentioned before, been too damned long. I have things to do...
Like mowing the grass. I got started on that this morning, but the grass was too wet. So I trimmed some trees and bushes, and the grass was still too wet. And it was hot and sticky, and I was hot and sticky, so I took a shower. Now I don't want to get all hot and sticky again, but the grass is probably dry enough to cut now.
And I just can't take another shower... two showers in one day would be far too sinful, even for me.
Drew was here for a while earlier, he's getting to be a really cute little kid... I need to get another picture of him, the one I've got's about two years old...
I got a total of three hours of sleep last night... again... and Karen, Kim and the kids left a little while ago, so I thought that I'd take a nap... no go, though. Lay there a half-hour, no closer to sleeping than if I'd just drank a pot of coffee.
Sometimes... sometimes I think that my sleeplessness is a product of wanting to get all that I can out of life. What if something neat happened and I was asleep? On the other hand, life is much more enjoyable when one is well-rested... or so I've been told.
OK, sez he as he lights up a cigarette... time for some smoke jokes. As the smoke-ring leader, there have to be some smoke-jokes occasionally.
| A guy comes up to another guy who is smoking and says, "You know, smoking will kill you!" The smoker says, "Not the way I Drive! A guy comes up to a smoker in a restaurant, sez, "Don't you know those cigarettes will kill you?" and launches into a tirade. The smoker looks at him and says, "You know, I had an uncle that lived to be one hundred and four years old..."
The non-smoker gives him an incredulous look... "No," the smoker says slowly... "He minded his own damned business!"
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OK, that's it for this Saturday Edition of Nilknarf!