Such is life.
I slept all day, and it was good. I had stuff to do, namely a long-postponed dentist apt (eww), but I decided that, if I am going to be slack, lazy, and worthless, I might as well act like it. Then I went back to bed.
Around 3pm, I woke up - well, I woke up before that, but my cat was still asleep so it wasn't time to get up yet. Scully, the cat, he's like my sloth pace car - if he's still snoring, I can't get up. And, well, the little fuzzy beast sleeps a lot.
I'm becoming one of those weird redneck people who sits and buffs his/her vehicle with a diaper 24/7. Seriously. There was bird poop on my mirror this morning, so as soon as I got to work (motto: AMC, where the Windex is free) I cleaned it off. Clocked in first, of course. Why shouldn't the theater pay me to scrape crap off my truck? All I need is a Ram logo tattoo and an inbred mutt hanging out of the back (with socks on his paws, so as not to scratch the paint) and I'm set for life. Of course, I'll need a beer gut, and I still have too many teeth.. hmm.. this could work well..
I just took an online test dealie to find out what gender my brain is. I didn't understand it, but according to the results, I'm autistic. Well, I scored lower on empathy than most Asperger syndrome people, and even worse on Synthesizing. Lab rats do better. Oh well. I think my entire life will be, one day, summed up by online tests. That's how I'm going to start introducing myself - Hi, my heart is black, my empathy is low, and I'm season seven hair. Who are you?
I tried to force myself to watch The Matrix again tonight.. nope. Even the second time around, it's still no good. Fight scenes look even worse, dialog is even cheesier, and, well okay, Carrie-Ann is still hot but looks related to Neo. Creepy.
Around 3pm, I woke up - well, I woke up before that, but my cat was still asleep so it wasn't time to get up yet. Scully, the cat, he's like my sloth pace car - if he's still snoring, I can't get up. And, well, the little fuzzy beast sleeps a lot.
I'm becoming one of those weird redneck people who sits and buffs his/her vehicle with a diaper 24/7. Seriously. There was bird poop on my mirror this morning, so as soon as I got to work (motto: AMC, where the Windex is free) I cleaned it off. Clocked in first, of course. Why shouldn't the theater pay me to scrape crap off my truck? All I need is a Ram logo tattoo and an inbred mutt hanging out of the back (with socks on his paws, so as not to scratch the paint) and I'm set for life. Of course, I'll need a beer gut, and I still have too many teeth.. hmm.. this could work well..
I just took an online test dealie to find out what gender my brain is. I didn't understand it, but according to the results, I'm autistic. Well, I scored lower on empathy than most Asperger syndrome people, and even worse on Synthesizing. Lab rats do better. Oh well. I think my entire life will be, one day, summed up by online tests. That's how I'm going to start introducing myself - Hi, my heart is black, my empathy is low, and I'm season seven hair. Who are you?
I tried to force myself to watch The Matrix again tonight.. nope. Even the second time around, it's still no good. Fight scenes look even worse, dialog is even cheesier, and, well okay, Carrie-Ann is still hot but looks related to Neo. Creepy.