i am jack's sleep deprivation (aka Post #200)...
Working the late shift sucks ass.
I'm already sleepy. I can't eat for another hour. I'm in small editing room in the studio dungeons talking to an editor who makes Bill Lumbergh sound exciting. And someone just came by and pulled the "sniff this scented marker and tell me what it smells like so i can really mark all over your nose" trick. Pffffft.
Otherwise, I'm trolling the internet looking for presents for the fam. Luckily, that "special someone" (she knows who she is) is already covered. Dad's already said he wants a book ("whatever, nerd"), Mom already bought her gift and she wants me to pay for it (LAME) and my little brother wants Brooke Burke in his stocking. Or her stockings. I don't know. I wasn't listening.
As for me, I'm expecting hilarity. Each year, I have at least one gift that defies everything in terms of logical gift-giving standards. For example, one high-school year an aunt knitted me a toilet paper holder cover in the design of a orange poodle head. Needless to say, it kept no toilet paper rolls warm that year. Instead, it became a running gag my senior year as to how many yearbook photos it could end up in on random student heads. End result? 14.
Two years ago, my mom, a hippie in Southern mom's clothing, made me a gigantic photo collage. Consisting solely of pictures of myself. "Mom, where am I supposed to put this? On my own wall? Please don't make me." I now have to put it up every time she visits California. Painful.
Ugh...zzzz.
p.s. I just went to the restroom and got sprayed in the face by one of those automatic on-the-wall scent spritzer thingees. I think it was strawberries. It didn't taste like strawberries, though.
p.s.s. Seriously, I think it went in my ear.