Guilty
Geeked out on Court TV again tonight. The television is definitely bad for my blog habit. I mean, I still completely forget to even turn it on, but when I do, it's not good, 'cause I get sucked into things like E! True Story Jenna Jameson, and Forensic Files, followed by Dominick Dunne's Power, Privelege and Justice followed by Suburban Secrets. OK, look, I know I suck. I should consider swearing off that dumb fucker. But John Waters is hosting a new show on Court TV called Til Death Do Us Part! C'mon, John Waters!
In defense of myself and my newly coined habit, I was also online in the midst of this TV orgy, thanks to the beauty of wireless, and I managed to pen a decent email to this dude who lives in Cornwall, England who happens to have the same muscular disorder as me, Paramyotonia Congenita. He is the first and only person in my entire life that I have ever had contact with that shares the same disorder, so it's been interesting writing back and forth w/ him. This all started last week. He seems like a nice guy, has a wife and a couple of kids. We'll probably chat/IM at some point - I'm just really curious about his experiences, and how they compare to mine.
I had it in mind to write some more free verse tonight, I really want to, but I also really need to try and catch up on sleep. It's been bad this week, my sleep/lack of, and I have so much to learn at work - being sleep deprived is not helping that situation any. I'm sitting and staring at the computer screen. I learned how to play Yahtzee today, for reals. No, I've never played that game before in my life. Now I'm getting all hot for the dice. I started to have an inkling of the weird obsession that a few of my friends have for dice games. I totally want to do at least a half-assed psychological analysis of the dice phenomenon, 'cause there's something about it.
My Yahtzee score was 253. I got the bonus 35 points for totalling 63+ points in the upper score sheet. I still lost. This has to end. The post, I mean.
In defense of myself and my newly coined habit, I was also online in the midst of this TV orgy, thanks to the beauty of wireless, and I managed to pen a decent email to this dude who lives in Cornwall, England who happens to have the same muscular disorder as me, Paramyotonia Congenita. He is the first and only person in my entire life that I have ever had contact with that shares the same disorder, so it's been interesting writing back and forth w/ him. This all started last week. He seems like a nice guy, has a wife and a couple of kids. We'll probably chat/IM at some point - I'm just really curious about his experiences, and how they compare to mine.
I had it in mind to write some more free verse tonight, I really want to, but I also really need to try and catch up on sleep. It's been bad this week, my sleep/lack of, and I have so much to learn at work - being sleep deprived is not helping that situation any. I'm sitting and staring at the computer screen. I learned how to play Yahtzee today, for reals. No, I've never played that game before in my life. Now I'm getting all hot for the dice. I started to have an inkling of the weird obsession that a few of my friends have for dice games. I totally want to do at least a half-assed psychological analysis of the dice phenomenon, 'cause there's something about it.
My Yahtzee score was 253. I got the bonus 35 points for totalling 63+ points in the upper score sheet. I still lost. This has to end. The post, I mean.
posted by Black Egg at 11:24 PM
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