Sing me to sleep, I'm tired

Yeah, I inadvertently stole lyrics from the Smiths. "Sing me to sleep," "sing me softly to sleep," big difference. Don't sue me, Steven.
Yngwie, very mad.
Well, E-Row's b-day was almost a great night. I had a good time learning how to use chopsticks, got to have a brief, fleeting moment with an old friend at T.J.'s, but then....I, in my weak state, hallucinatory state, had programmed the VCR to record channel 50, not 17. Well, could be worse, right? Hey, no Friends or Scrubs, but Drop Dead Gorgeous was on. But, oh, my VCR cut off the end. This makes for two movies now that I have no endings to. DDG and the Mod Squad. I know how both end, it just sucks when I am sitting around, getting sucked in, and forget. Then I get pissed. I smash things. Last time with the Mod Squad, began pitching beer bottles at the wall, trying to yell obscenities. They came out as a garbled roar. Time before that, broke my old roommate's nose. Me no happy camper when movies lack ends, even if it is my fault.
I got over it, though. Backwards ER was on, which I lost interest in quickly because it wasn't cool like Memento. Scene after scene was, "He has lukemia," flashback, "Oh, no, this patient might have lukemia," fb, "This looks like lukemia," fb, insert scene with Croatian sex addict doctor telling doctor he has obviously slept with the night before that they are to continue doing their jobs and not speak of what occurred, "Does this patient have lukemia?" After two commercial breaks, I was done. Lady friend here to keep me company, but she wanted to watch That 70's show, which wasn't on for a while, so I changed the channel to something else. I don't know what, though. My tiredness had caught up with me. I remember the stuff from ER that I explained, and then I remember changing for bed while That 70's Show came on, then I remember people laughing and LF saying that she would see me later. Suddenly, infomercial, and I don't know why I'm on my couch. Awake now, though. Good. But work in 1 1/2 hours. Bad. Mid-shift, no drawer counting, out way before everyone else. Good. Working with a co-manager and a GM who ask me how to do things on the computer. Priceless.
I make more than Joe Millionaire.
Ah, which reminds me, you should check out Tony Millionaire.
I am buying groceries now. Rain.
posted by beta at 12/13/2002 10:38:00 AM