Night 2. Alone. Last night I was invited to break the fast at our adopted parents so I didn't get home until after 9 and by 10 I was in bed. I thought I would sleep well with no one in the house, but for some reason I woke up in the middle of the night anyways. I guess bad habits are hard to break. There's something about an empty house that seems unwelcoming. That's probably one reason why people get married.
It's not that I don't have things to do, it's more of a lonely sense of non-motivation. I'm working on a project right now with my brother and he sent me his part, so I'm going to look at it and see if it makes sense. But I probably won't but serious effort into it.
Thank God for Yahoo Radio. I moved my computer downstairs to the living room and have country music blasting like has never been heard in this country before. I don't know why they sdon't have a country music station here, northerners would probably like it better then the music they play on galgalatz. Dixie Chicks is on now. Not Earl, but still good stuff.
Monday, July 25, 2005
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Um, I think we don't listen to music during the three weeks.
We don't listen to live music during the 3 weeks.
Some of us don't listen to any music during the 3 weeks.
And we certainly don't blast it as loud as we can without our windows shattering.
you are so weird.
would you like to borrow some children tonight? ...to help you sleep better...
who do you think he is? Michael Jackson?
Those of you who don't listen to any music during the 3 weeks shouldn't come over tonight.
I appreciate the offer helpful neighbor, but I was in jlem with them last night and had enough "help" sleeping, especially at 4AM when one of them started screaming.
Heidi, do you think veev is weird or i am weirs. you were unclear.
I think the man home alone blasting Dixie Chicks is weird.
I think in blog land when you just reply, without addressing anyone it can be assumed you are replying to the original post. I could be wrong though.
Veev may be weird too... but not b/c of this post :)
"...Two people can be seen in the front seats bopping rediculously and mouthing the lyrics to some thankfully unheard song..."
and she calls me weird.
note: heidi didn't write that blurb, but apparantly she is one of the 2 people mentioned in it.
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who says im the other bopper? Who says I even know who this Bourbon by night is? Who knows?
But what I do know is that you were bopping home alone to dixie chicks. wiiiiiiiide oooopen spaaaaaaaaaaaaces...
I love that song.
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