Wednesday, August 03, 2005

 

TV at 4:30 AM

Don't you hate it when you can't sleep. You keep looking at the clock, watching it tick away and thinking, "Great, I'm gonna be such a bitch tomorrow...". I always think of the advice some people give..."if you can't sleep, you might as well get up and do something productive, like cleaning the bathroom or doing the laundry". As if.

Anyhoo, I found myself in that predicament last night/this morning. I eventually got up and went downstairs to watch TV. I came across the show "My So-Called Life" with Claire Danes and Jared Leto. I remember watching this show a few years back and thinking it was depressing and comparable to a teen "Thirty-Something" (another show I found depressing). In this episode Claire's character, Angela, was trying to decide if she should lose her virginity to Jared's character, Jordon. Jordon let Angela drive his beloved car (which was against the law, as Angela is only 15!), so he thought it only fair she give it up...sounds like a fair deal to me!! Poor Angela didn't know what to do!!! She loved driving that car and Jordon DID have really nice eyes, but....something was holding her back! Angela really needed to talk to someone for advice!! But her parents were too busy, all her doctor said was to use a sponge, and her slutty best friend was...well...a slut. Oh, if only I could jump into Angela's so-called life and direct her...What would Angela do??? It's now 5:00 AM. I really should turn this program off...but...

Well, of course, Angela finally saw the light and gave Jordon a firm "NO", whereby Jordon promptly dumped Angela. Which really worked out for everyone, I think, because, physically, Jordon was in a whole different league than Angela!! Although, now Angela is back to riding her bike to school...but with her virginity intact.

The moral of the story is: take a Tylenol PM and avoid all this. I gotta go take a nap!

Comments:
Who really cares? This blog sucks without Irene.
 
That's what YOU think, IRENE!!!
 
I love Irene, I miss Irene, and I want Irene back. I am NOT Irene (or Kelly)!
 
Irene here, basking in the love of all you commenters. Suburban Warrior can be such a mean thing, but I shan't let her get my goat. She's just jealous that I'm contemplating the surgery that she truly desires (and, believe you me, needs). --Irene
 
Hey Irene - If your goat gets hungry, why don't you take it by Kelli's and let it feast on the excess body hair? And then on to Anthony's for dessert.
 
I am doubled over with laughter. My goat will surely choke on that feast! -Irene
 
Interesting Irene....so Jared Leto was on that show? Had no idea. Was he cute then? He's a freak now but still has those eyes....but then he did date Cameron Diaz - also a freak. I know, this has nothing to do with the blog but so what?
 
enough about Irene - back to insomnia.... when I can't sleep I turn on the light and read. 10 minutes later I am sleeping again. IF I don't read, I am awake for hours all pumped up on adrenaline and pissed off b/c I CAN'T sleep and thinking how horrible my life is and how huge and unmanagable all of my problems are - issues that are miraculously resolved by morning, b/c they never really existed in the first place. Does this ever happen to you? And if I go two nights without sleep - forget it, I'm a basket case with tears a-flowing all through the day though my emotional lability is not for any particular reason other than exhaustion. Not that anyone cares but I thought I would share my sun-downer's experiences (or can you only use the term sundowners when relating to Alzheimer's patients? and I don't have Alzheimer's yet - atleast not htat I can remember.
 
Irene ... insomnia ... insomnia ... Irene. Guess what-- Irene is the more compelling topic. "and I don't have Alzheimer's yet - atleast not htat I can remember" Think again.
 
I'd like to share with you my recent battle with insomnia. After two sleepless nights, I decided to take some preventative action at bedtime and popped a Tylenol P.M. (which, by the way, I always find fairly effective.) The pill lodged in my throat and would not go down. Not only did its presence keep me up for many hours that night, but the pill finally dislodged itself and worked its magic at about 9 a.m. THE NEXT MORNING. "My So Called Life" sucked that day.
-Irene
 
Insomnia AND Irene. The ultimate in blog comments.
 
Harris Teeter is open at 4am for those who might like to get a little ahead of the to do list.
 
Irene...I don't think anyone will ever know about the time we spent together...I even wrote a song about you - "Goodnight Irene."
 
No more advice for Kellie, like she's needs Tylenol PM!!! I can see it now, coffee in the morning, cocktails start at 3 pm, then Tylenol PM to get to sleep. Don't get her started, she'll morph into Mrs. Elvis. --- MUSH
 
Did anyone else notice that the next potential hurricane will be called IRENE? I sense great blog material on the horizon!
 
Whoever labels those storms does a good job. Hurricane names should be robust and unique but serious and stimulating at the same time. Irene embodies all those attributes. Willard Scott
 
Sounds like Willard Scott and Irene have quite a relationship! Smuckers anyone?
 
The weather man comments are hysterical! Doug Hill
 
Like a hurricane, Irene is a force to be reckoned with.
-Topper Shutt
 
Milk is coming out my nose I'm laughing so hard! Brian Vandergraff
 
In the movie Me, Myself & Irene, Irene has been freshly reinvented with a specific comic purpose. Her job is to be loyal and sensible, lay down the law, pout, smile and be shocked. It is a thankless task but she's up to it. Bravo Irene!
Roger Ebert
 
Does anyone know if Irene has a blog?
 
All of these weatherman comments has me hot under the collar!!!!
 
Bring it on, Sue! Wild Willy
 
Irene--If you're still around, do you have a blog? IWAIIAAA (I will admit it, I am an admirer)
 
IH (Irene here). NBY. (No blog yet.) SAL. (Simply a lurker.) BIGTITSAREFORME (Before I go, take into the study a rare example from Oregon's rugged mining enterprises.)
 
Gosh, Kelli, it's been a week since we've heard from you. Is it possible that you and Irene are, in fact, one in the same person and these comments are just a way for your two distinct personalities to communicate without having to resort to talking aloud to yourself? Just a thought.
 
Was concerned to learn from the latest weather forecast that Irene is weakening and becoming disorganized. Hope the same circumstances don't account for why we haven't heard from her blogging sidekick for a while.
 
If you check the weather now Irene is regaining strength and headed straight for us. Don't think Irene liked the last comment (i.e. becoming weak and disorganized). We should not underestimate little Miss BIGTITSAREFORME.
 
Irene here. Suburban Warrior's computer is broken. Doesn't her husband do computer stuff for a living? For goodness sake, Mr. Warrior, get your wife up and running! I cannot singlehandedly carry this blog, especially during "race week." I'm participating in a triathlon this weekend and have much to do to prepare. Kelli promised she'd blog about it, but where is she? Wish me luck. Next year it will be much harder with larger breasts. -Irene
 
First of all a "professional" blogger like the Warrior should not have a computer that seems to be on the fritz all the time especially with a computer geek of a husband. Secondly, I'm talking to you Irene, maybe next year after you've gotten your "enhancements" you can pose for Playboy. (that is your ultimate goal isn't it?) Maybe they will have a special edition of women who blog and run Triathalons. God Speed Irene.
 
Irene - Next year you might be slower in the run but I would guess the extra buoyancy might be helpful in the swim. Just don't make them so large they get caught in the spokes during the biking. Best of luck!
 
Your BIGTITSAREFORME enhancements will ultimately save you money on your sports equipment ... no more sports bras necessary as your boobs will no longer move. Anyone interested in forming BIGTITSAREFORME fundraisers to finance enhancements for the rest of us? I'm envious. MUSH
 
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