Insomniacs Anonymous

Monday, August 23, 2004

"Why has the car stopped?" "It's frightened."

dear insoms,

man, it has been a while since I posted. to catch you up, I have been inducted into a group of people who make the gang from NAU seem normal, if not downright sane. The above quote refers to my approaching Frank's house of Insane Back-Cracking for the first time. our leader is Frank, my new chiropractor, who pieces me back together a few times a week and is unbrainwashing me from "the evils of 3rd edition D&D". I have officially been named his white female clone... which was cool but unexpected since I'm so new to the group. the rest of our members include chris, Scully, Sher-bear, my new sister Mars, Mike the II, Oreo the WonderCat, and Mike III (a.k.a. Pudge the miniature nudist.) they're a lot of fun, and there's talk flying around of kidnapping me for a few weeks to get me to relax and teach me all I need to know. (which is fine with me)

what else? our absentee matriarch returned home this week, loaded with donuts and salsa and criticisms for us. got a MtG starter deck from Frank, who wants to teach me the ropes so I can play in strip tournaments. and what else? oh, got the cutest, fluffiest teddy bear from someone. they sprayed it with their cologne, and it smells so yummy. *sniffs teddy bear, sighs contentedly*

anyway, am also working and playing and packing and working on a very icky appeal. so have to run now. Til next post.

Cleo opened her eyes at 2:30 PM

Friday, August 13, 2004

"You all seem to be very anxious about something." "It's the chandelier. It fell down, almost killed us."

dear insoms,

it's Friday the 13th! *breaks into chorus of What a Freaky Day* "What a freaky day this is, everything's all wrong; but forget your problems and your rotten luck and join in singing this song...*does weird monster choreography* it's Friday the 13th" anyway, work was pleasant enough, but I think I've worked enough for one week. remember how I said I have entertaining coworkers? one of them closed a movie lockbox on one of his vest buttons. he was just standing there with this copy of Hellboy hanging off his chest. it was funny.

but anyway, decided another shift would do me in, so I'm doing a movie night with a friend instead. (keeping my fingers crossed my movie comes in tonight; it's one of my faves and they've never seen it.)

in other news, have a meeting tomorrow, but I can go in my pjs if I want to. (after all, I went to work in my slippers today.) and must dash now. am expecting a call. sweet dreams. til next post.

Cleo opened her eyes at 2:32 PM

Thursday, August 12, 2004

"You must tell me all about yourself, in every detail, but oh, so slowly... so very slowly, so that it takes a very, very long time."

Dear Insoms,

I am fascinating. it is a concept that still has me puzzled, but it's true. In spite of the many facets of my character I have already revealed to someone, I remain a riddle wrapped in a mystery coated in nougat flavored enigma. Added to this is the frightening deadly accuracy with which I peg them, and our relationship is odd indeed. I suppose the question is how long do I want to remain so unknown? (and once I stop being so mysterious, how well known will I allow myself to become?)

on a lighter note, saw a friend I had greatly missed over the summer, and got to catch up for a while. things between the poncy Brit and myself have been resolved, and he may even honor me with a visit before months's end. (may be the only visit I get, since I don't seem to warrant the time and gas money of others) I was insanely busy at the lab today (filing, printing, processing, fixing computers), and have a late shift at work immediately following. then I'm opening in the morning, and am considering a spare shift tomorrow night. *sigh* at least I have entertaining coworkers.

must dash if I want to make it to work on time. til next post.

Cleo opened her eyes at 4:50 PM

Monday, August 09, 2004

"Oh, damn the English, and their STUPID sense of fair play!"

dear insoms,

thought in addition to the new Quote posted at left, I might try adding a suitable one to posts every now and then. In this case, above said quote refers to a letter I got from a British pen pal/friend who is very sweet, but very irritating when it comes to "rules" and "propriety" and all the rest of those annoying ideals. said friend is less than pleased with events set in motion last year which are just now unfolding into a great big sticky mess. *crosses arms and pouts* it's not fair. furthermore, it's not my fault, but try telling that to an Englishman brought up as a model of strict British morality. *rolls eyes*
so, I thought I'd use that lovely vehicle of the First Amendment known as the internet to vent. must dash now; loads to do. will pop in later.
til then, Sweet Dreams.

Cleo opened her eyes at 9:15 AM

Saturday, August 07, 2004

dear insoms,

in honor of another month closing since my last post, here I am. sleep is really nuts when I get to have any, but it's all good.
Have begun reporting actions to friend who is currently MIA, in the spirit of Leslie Caron in Daddy Long Legs. (a fantastic movie for those who haven't ever seen or heard of it. hint hint)
Met a stepsibling of a recent friendly acquisition, who described a substance related trip that involved pebbles that carried him around and pink bunnies with Uzis and machine guns.
Have had two (not sure if they're dates, but that's what I'll call them) dates with a friend, who is sweet and nice and kinda cute. most recent of the said dates lasted over 4 hours.
Had to take off work and cancel lunch date b/c morning after 4+ hour date, I got sick. (seriously, sweated the fever out and soaked my sheets.) not fun.
Just got off work and am heading home to relax and watch sappy movie in fluffy blue bathrobe. Speaking of casual sleepwear, this Friday the 13th, they want us to wear slippers to work. Why I don't know, but I'm not gonna question it.

Must dash for now, but will return soon with any and all interesting tidbits sometime this week. Sweet dreams.

Cleo opened her eyes at 2:52 PM