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Damn, I broke my streak of getting up before noon. My two-day streak. I'm really sick of these sleeping problems. I'll go to bed at 11 tonight. If that doesn't work, I'll... wander around complaining about spending over half a day in bed.
So today my sister and I were at JB Hi-Fi, and we came to the Punk/Emo part of the music section. This happened (paraphrased because my memory for spoken words is terrible):
Sister: Look, it's your favourite section.
Me: Not anymore.
Sister: So you don't like this kind of music anymore?
Me: No, I do.
Sister: Good. (pause) Did you say you liked it?
I like lots of things, the Internet's punching bags among them. Speaking of which, I hadn't realised that My Chemical Romance had a new album out. I'll have to check out some of the songs to see if it's worth buying.
Then later on I said that our search for hot crossed buns with fruit in them was fruitless, and she told me I couldn't make a pun like that without taking my glasses off as I said. So I said it again while taking off my glasses dramatically. She said she couldn't kill me until I paid for the food we were buying.
On a totally unrelated note, I think I've figured it out. It's easier to write in the evenings, so instead of trying to write first thing in the morning and beating myself up and not writing again for days, I'll write in the evening. Logic! I may even become reliable some day in the far future.
So today my sister and I were at JB Hi-Fi, and we came to the Punk/Emo part of the music section. This happened (paraphrased because my memory for spoken words is terrible):
Sister: Look, it's your favourite section.
Me: Not anymore.
Sister: So you don't like this kind of music anymore?
Me: No, I do.
Sister: Good. (pause) Did you say you liked it?
I like lots of things, the Internet's punching bags among them. Speaking of which, I hadn't realised that My Chemical Romance had a new album out. I'll have to check out some of the songs to see if it's worth buying.
Then later on I said that our search for hot crossed buns with fruit in them was fruitless, and she told me I couldn't make a pun like that without taking my glasses off as I said. So I said it again while taking off my glasses dramatically. She said she couldn't kill me until I paid for the food we were buying.
On a totally unrelated note, I think I've figured it out. It's easier to write in the evenings, so instead of trying to write first thing in the morning and beating myself up and not writing again for days, I'll write in the evening. Logic! I may even become reliable some day in the far future.