In another thread I've posted Toccata and Fugue in D minor. Look it up if you care.
I'd have this conversation with a very small selection of readers on this board.
I guess, let me tell you how the Monday starts.
Invariably, with my 120VAC real alarm clock from the 1980's because it doesn't need any battery backup and it's really fuckin loud at 6:00am on any day. It has buttons that are really small and I don't know which ones to push to by the time I get so pissed off and frustrated, I'm already out of bead. Mission accomplished.
I presume you aren't very interested in how I wake up. After all, I'm not at all interested in how you wake up. Perhaps it's more how we go to bed that's more interesting.
So when I went to bed on Thursday, I was quite concerned about how I could wake up on Friday and co-communicate that everything was as normal as my coworkers adventures, whatever they might be on a Thursday.
I need to skip a step here, but once I woke at the behest of my blackberry alarm, I took a glance around the room.
me> Oh shit, this room is still not repainted yet....
me> "Hey, dude"
+1 minute me> "HEY dude!"
+20seconds > "Get the fuck up!"
I went into the shower. Did the civil things that normal people do. I was quite impressed with myself that I could still a Windsor knot for my tie. Didn't have my shoes on yet, but then remembered, probably because I was still half drunk, the boy in my bed.
me> "DUDE! Wake the fuck up!"
I called a cab at the same time and he disappeared somewhere and I did very good things for your comfortable ability to live as a Canadian importing and exporting the things that we all need.
-jM
A&D
I'd have this conversation with a very small selection of readers on this board.
I guess, let me tell you how the Monday starts.
Invariably, with my 120VAC real alarm clock from the 1980's because it doesn't need any battery backup and it's really fuckin loud at 6:00am on any day. It has buttons that are really small and I don't know which ones to push to by the time I get so pissed off and frustrated, I'm already out of bead. Mission accomplished.
I presume you aren't very interested in how I wake up. After all, I'm not at all interested in how you wake up. Perhaps it's more how we go to bed that's more interesting.
So when I went to bed on Thursday, I was quite concerned about how I could wake up on Friday and co-communicate that everything was as normal as my coworkers adventures, whatever they might be on a Thursday.
I need to skip a step here, but once I woke at the behest of my blackberry alarm, I took a glance around the room.
me> Oh shit, this room is still not repainted yet....
me> "Hey, dude"
+1 minute me> "HEY dude!"
+20seconds > "Get the fuck up!"
I went into the shower. Did the civil things that normal people do. I was quite impressed with myself that I could still a Windsor knot for my tie. Didn't have my shoes on yet, but then remembered, probably because I was still half drunk, the boy in my bed.
me> "DUDE! Wake the fuck up!"
I called a cab at the same time and he disappeared somewhere and I did very good things for your comfortable ability to live as a Canadian importing and exporting the things that we all need.
-jM
A&D