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Umm...so I'm really not sure how MUCH I slept yesterday (I've taken to sleeping in a couple-several hour long segments each day.) But, I know the last one went from about 4-5 in the p.m. So I haven't even been awake for 18 hours straight yet. That's no big deal. 18 hours...

That's why I think I'm just going to stay up all day today. It should help me sleep better tonight. (Maybe I can get 2 hours at a time! Woah...) Of course, I think I should have a few glasses of wine tonight to help with that sleeping thing as well ;)

and now for something completely different...

(though not really because I must have like 20 entries titled that.)
But anyway, here's an entry NOT about sleep and how I suck at it.
Instead:
Amusing story (to me anyway) from work - Because they're morons and got rid of Bud Light. I mean yes, Bud Light sucks as a beer and all, but all they have is nasty cheap beer. MOST PEOPLE COMING TO THE CASINO ARE GOING TO DRINK BUD LIGHT. Oh, I know, let's get rid of it, but hey! We'll replace it with PABST. GodDAMN we're smart. <---all sarcasm in case anyone needed the help there.
OK, so this couple comes up to the bar last night and the lady asks "Do you guys sell Bud Light?" (Oh dear, I'm SO sick of this question, I dread it every night.) So I tell her "No." And brace myself for the response and accusations as if I'M solely responsible for it (that's what I usually get.) Instead...she turns to her husband/boyfriend/whatever "Ha! See? I told you so, [singing] You owe me 50 dollars!" I think that one amused me simply because he got the crap about it instead of me :)
Oo. And the Hulk movie comes out tonight. The main actor looks hot--I mean, the movie looks good 0:^)

damn you, car seats, damn you to hell!

Try and figure out this one:
So I have some errands to run. First I stop by the mail room. There's mail. A retarded catalog full of old lady clothes (How the fuck did I get on their mailing list?!?!???) for me, car insurance bill for me, and something for Scott, I don't remember what, but something important, like a cable bill or bank statement, or something other than just junk mail. So I throw the mail in my car and continue on.
I get home, go to grab the mail from the passenger seat. It's slid to the back of the seat and as I pick up that dumb catalog I swear I see the end of a letter disappear through the seat crack. I check. Dumb catalog. Car insurance. No mail for Scott. I reach into the seat crack. No letter. I look behind the seat to see if it slid through. No letter. OK... I force my hand between the seat from BOTH sides, as in I'm TOUCHING hands in between and would feel anything in that crack. No letter. I look under the seat, to the side of the seat, anywhere. No letter. Now this is getting ridiculous.

OK, so either...
(1) The letter dematerialized.
(2) I'm fucking crazy and only IMAGINED that he had a piece of mail.
(3) My car ATE the fucking mail.
I can't think of another explanation at the moment...





Oh yeah, one more thing: I believe my usage of the word "fuck" is inversely proportional to the amount of sleep I get.
That's all for now. Enjoy the mystery of "The Car that Ate the Mail."