The picture signifies me around 2pm this afternoon.
Today I woke up at 6am for some reason. I had a pleasant early morning, checking out my F1 sites, tumblr and even Babybook + my regular news reading. Packed up some items, listed a few CD’s and went out at 930am. Got Nicole & I a McDonald’s breakfast of McMuffin & a hashbrown cos I had a BOGO coupon.
Once I got home I went to the basement and did laundry while working on organizing the record area, along with readying some projects - this involved quite a lot of vinyl lifting and cleaning records that are part of a 65 LP Jazz lot that I’d like to list soon.
By this point it was about 2pm, so I’d been up for 8 hours. I went upstairs and kinda passed out. I set my alarm for an hour and twenty minutes, which I felt was a fair nap and started resting. I wasn’t even sleeping that hard, cos I was half talking to Nicole while she was getting ready for work.
However, apparently I haven’t figured out how to use the snooze button on my damn phone cos I didn’t wake up at 330pm as planned… I sorta slept till 730pm.
I blame Kim Jong-il… see, I had a really odd and epic dream with him in it. We were like… hanging out and up to stuff. It was kind of a touching dream. I don’t remember much. It is a wonder I remembered any thing at all, since I almost never remember dreams. But I know it was long, complicated, and Kim Jong-il was showing me around shitty North Korea and being nice to me and I felt sorry for him.
Talk about queer!
If I can’t sleep tonight, I will be angered.