You leave me broken, shattered I lie
So I was going to post something meaningful, thoughtful, and somewhat esoteric on the idea of friendship and what it means to me and what I go through when two of my friends are fighting and stuff along that ilk. I had some choice phrases all picked out this morning on my drive into work - I tend to do that, pre-write stuff in my head. (Unfortunately, that really isn't working with a story for a fest I need to write.)
But I forgot. I forgot what exactly triggered my thinking on the subject of friendship, where those meaningful and somewhat esoteric thoughts came from and, more importantly, what they were, et cetera, et cetera.
I blame the lack of caffeine. The only caffeine I've had today was a can of Barq's Root Beer. The can says there's caffeine in it, but I'm pretty damn sure it's not in the same league as a Mountain Dew.
The hopeful news with regards to that is that it may mean I'll be able to sleep tonight.
I'm turning my cell phone off; I'm turning the ringers off on the landlines. I'm plugging in the fan so I have white noise, and I'm covering my ears with the Commemorative Post Inventory Sleep of The Dead Earmuffs. I'm also going to take a Benadryl (just one) when I brush my teeth.
I need to sleep. Clearly.
And I was going to title this entry "I have plenty of time to sleep when I'm dead," but that opens up a whole 'nother can of meaningful and somewhat esoteric thought-worms that I currently do not have the mental capacity upon which to expound.
Although I am still capable of not ending sentences with prepositions.
And don't get me started on the number of times I accidentally say something about ending sentences with propositions.
Oh - and is there a reason why I've had "I'll Never Tell" from "Once More, With Feeling" stuck in my head all day?! Very randomly, about five times, the lyric "Will I look good when I've gotten old?" popped into my head which set off the entire rest of the song. The heck?
But I forgot. I forgot what exactly triggered my thinking on the subject of friendship, where those meaningful and somewhat esoteric thoughts came from and, more importantly, what they were, et cetera, et cetera.
I blame the lack of caffeine. The only caffeine I've had today was a can of Barq's Root Beer. The can says there's caffeine in it, but I'm pretty damn sure it's not in the same league as a Mountain Dew.
The hopeful news with regards to that is that it may mean I'll be able to sleep tonight.
I'm turning my cell phone off; I'm turning the ringers off on the landlines. I'm plugging in the fan so I have white noise, and I'm covering my ears with the Commemorative Post Inventory Sleep of The Dead Earmuffs. I'm also going to take a Benadryl (just one) when I brush my teeth.
I need to sleep. Clearly.
And I was going to title this entry "I have plenty of time to sleep when I'm dead," but that opens up a whole 'nother can of meaningful and somewhat esoteric thought-worms that I currently do not have the mental capacity upon which to expound.
Although I am still capable of not ending sentences with prepositions.
And don't get me started on the number of times I accidentally say something about ending sentences with propositions.
Oh - and is there a reason why I've had "I'll Never Tell" from "Once More, With Feeling" stuck in my head all day?! Very randomly, about five times, the lyric "Will I look good when I've gotten old?" popped into my head which set off the entire rest of the song. The heck?