Are you a "Morning Person" or an "Evening Person?" I've come to the conclusion that, while I enjoy the peace and solitude of the wee hours of the morning, consistently arising before dawn SUCKS! The only person that needs to be alert at this time of day is the Dunken Donuts dude. After all, it is time to make the donuts.
Now that I've joined the ranks of the working stiff majority, pulling the Monday through Friday 8 to 5 shifts, why does my body still insist that I keep crappy coffee-shop hours? Where's the logic in that? What the hell am I supposed to do between 4 and 8 am? And when the hell am I going to stay awake past 8:30 pm? Just once, I'd like to see an entire episode of South Park. Yes, I've seen them all a million times, but they still make me laugh.
Two decades ago, during bouts of insomnia, all I had to do was grab a blanket and pillow, turn on the Masters or some other PGA tournament, and I was out like a light. Ten years ago, I became accustomed to being lulled to sleep by A&E's Bill Curtis and his soothing, dulcet tones. And then when Peter Jackson released his Lord of the Rings trilogy, I found comfort and much needed rest as soon as the beginning credits rolled. But, then I took that stinkin' job and was ultimately inured to commence drooling and/or snoring instantaneously upon hearing the bass-line to the South Park theme.
The love affair with Matt and Trey is dead. God-damn you, *$s, for ruining my life!
Now that I've joined the ranks of the working stiff majority, pulling the Monday through Friday 8 to 5 shifts, why does my body still insist that I keep crappy coffee-shop hours? Where's the logic in that? What the hell am I supposed to do between 4 and 8 am? And when the hell am I going to stay awake past 8:30 pm? Just once, I'd like to see an entire episode of South Park. Yes, I've seen them all a million times, but they still make me laugh.
Two decades ago, during bouts of insomnia, all I had to do was grab a blanket and pillow, turn on the Masters or some other PGA tournament, and I was out like a light. Ten years ago, I became accustomed to being lulled to sleep by A&E's Bill Curtis and his soothing, dulcet tones. And then when Peter Jackson released his Lord of the Rings trilogy, I found comfort and much needed rest as soon as the beginning credits rolled. But, then I took that stinkin' job and was ultimately inured to commence drooling and/or snoring instantaneously upon hearing the bass-line to the South Park theme.
The love affair with Matt and Trey is dead. God-damn you, *$s, for ruining my life!
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Yeah, 4:00 am, I've seen that a few times for no apparent reason. It looks like that above the water line shit smear that you hope will get flushed away some day. Even when you decide to scrub it away, it reappears like an unwanted relative, smiling back at you when you try to have a relaxing piss. The only thing worse is 3:00 am which is more like the neighbour's retarded kid who tries to bite your shoes when you come home from work. "Mark, get this fuckin' retard outa here and put a diaper on him, he just shit on the sidewalk!"
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