9-Dec-2005

Yesterday was a day without coffee, and, therefore, a day without a blog entry, mainly because my brain was swimming in a murky maze of caffeine withdrawal.  That, coupled with a journey to Sun Valley, left me plum tuckered by day's end, and I settled down to watch "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" at around 8 PM.  By 8:30 (and this has absolutely nothing to do with the quality of the film), I was fast asleep.  See, here's the deal:  It happens more times per week than I can count.  I tell myself I won't fall asleep if, due to one of my roommates waching something in the living room, I need to relegate my movie-watching to my bedroom.  No problem, I think.  My computer has a very wide screen, and the picture is of decent quality.  But I run into trouble when I snuggle underneath the flannel sheets, two pillows propped under my head... and before you know it, bang, I'm out.  Like a faulty lightbulb.  Alas, even Johnny Depp failed to keep my interest.  I feel I have jilted him, so I'll be trying the movie out again this weekend.  Maybe during daylight hours, though...  And I'll sit in a very uncomfortable chair.  Perhaps even on a stool.  That oughta keep me from nodding off.  But then if I do, BAM, right into the Christmas tree I'll go.  And then there'll be tinsel in my hair.  Good God, I'm such a mess, huh?

Also, I got a sweet email from my friend from home, Spierce, saying she's a reader.  Yay!  There's more than two of you!