in that I wake up in the middle of the night a lot.
I know I'm still being a bad blogger.
I still need to get a new connector thingy for my camera so I can upload all sorts of wacky vacation photos. Sometime, I promise.
You ever go to sleep at, like, 4 in the afternoon, and then wake up at 7 and think, "Dang, I slept through the whole night?" And then you realize it's 7 at night, and you haven't missed 12 hours? I kinda like that feeling.
Let's see? What else? I ordered a Flip Video camera, so, yeah, this blog will probably become filled with videos with the general theme of "look at my asthmatic wonder cat as he eats corn."
I don't think I've watched a movie in a month. Ugh. I think I'm making next Saturday a movie day.
Remember several posts back, when I referenced Diana Hyland and her speed cancer? (Little trivia: That was the original name for Josie and the Pussycats. Okay, it wasn't, but I have fond memories of that show. Fond, wrong memories. She was in a band and they traveled through space solving crimes? Is that possibly right? Okay, I looked it up, and it was sort of right.) Anyway, it's a lame, self-pitying post, the kind I'm trying to avoid here now. But the point is, I was in therapy and I was talking about how afraid I was of getting incurable cancer before I figured out my life, and I brought up Diana Hyland and the "speed cancer" term. And then, like, two minutes later, I got guilty and said, "Wait. I gotta confess; I didn't just make that up. I kind of stole that from my blog." I mean, it's my own material, right? Is it okay to use recycled material in therapy?
And here's a little snippet of conversation:
ME: blah blah blah I don't want to get speed cancer like Diana Hyland.
HER: That's a name you haven't brought up in a while.
ME: Yeah, when the heck is Eight is Enough coming out on DVD?
Seriously. Eight is Enough was an awesome show about a 50-something man with eight children and a job as a newspaper columnist who writes one article a week, yet still manages to afford a five-bedroom house and feed and clothe eight children. I kind of wish it had lasted eight seasons, so when it was canceled all the newspaper headlines would read "Eight is Enough." Clever, eh?
What was the point of this entry? Oh, right. There wasn't one.
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No point to the entry? That is just one of the reasons I love your blog. I never know what to expect. Sometimes it is a personal, filtering type of entry and other times your going for the laugh. Then there is the "stream of consciousness" entry....I realy like it here.
Carli you're an observant and highly intelligent person. Although it seems trite coming from a person in the blogosphere, I truly do appreciate you being out here to visit.
YEAH!
What he said!
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