Tomorrow's a stat. I'm drunk at the bar watching hockey. WDT starts early. FOCUS: Be very, very, quiet... we're hunting wabbits!
Tommorow is the beginning of the Rise Of Zombie Jesus. And goodbye, cold and cruel weather. You died harder than John McClane.
I'm watching the 1976 Omen on Encore right now. I wonder if it's random, or the satanist programers put thought into it.
Sunday is the day that we usually go out somewhere for lunch, and it seems like every Easter we're driving through an apocalyptic wasteland.
I guess you wouldn't call it insomnia, but it sure gets old sleeping for 3.5 hours a night and waking up totally ready to go. And it's only 3 a.m. It's weird waiting for 2 hours so I can go to the gym. At 5 a.m. It started several years ago, I just don't need much sleep. What do I do with all that extra time other people use to sleep? Fuck all, apparently, because I have to be quiet so as not to wake the wife whom needs about 9.5 hours of sleep.
I have a similar issue. No matter what time I go to bed, I wake up at 5:30 ready to go. Thankfully, I have 2 jobs and continuing education classes, so it's the perfect time to do school work that I can't get done during the day.
I don't know how to break this to you, but Jesus is going to be rather difficult to find over the next few days.
Heard on the radio this morning: Q What did the easter egg say to the boiling water? A: It's going to take me awhile to get hard, I just got laid by some chick.
One of my friends decided that tomorrow was a good day for a bachelor party. I told my parents I couldn't come home for Easter because of work.