Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 1:10 am
Random Rosco Ruminations.
How do people sleep with fans going full bore right on their faces? I have a jennifer fan buffer at night and I still wake up feeling like someone has been sanding my windpipe and stuffing my lungs full of a hellish mix of jello and sawdust.
Why am I always in such a dang hurry? I generally leave early enough to get where I'm going at least 15 minutes in advance. But go all to pieces and form a knot of mid-grade panic if I think I'll be late.
What happened to my snores? For 99% of my life I've been a pip (wolfs india blog) snorer. Sleep apnea the whole bit. Three months ago I just stopped. I like to think I'm dreaming I'm living in the jungle and have to be quiet.
You know you're gotten lost when you start noticing teenagers aren't wearing the current fashions. I got so lost the other day I ran into a girl at a gas station wearing bib overalls. A teenage girl. With one of those 80's mushroom haircuts. I have no idea where I was, but I did have the lovely aroma of cow to keep me cheerful.
Why do schedules and plans get under my skin and make me irritable? If someone (Jen usually, I suspect she has a touch of OCD) writes out a little calendar and expects me to adhere to it, it sets in the back of my brain stewing until I can manage to skip one of the activities.
I have absolutely no navigational skills. Put me at point A, and tell me to make my way to point B. It's entirely likely that I will manage it. But there's no telling where I'll wind up first. Case in point, a few years ago I visited my mother in maryland. On my return journey, Not only did i get lost. And right off the bat mind you, I managed to make it almost to pittsburgh. I was trying to go to virginia by the way.(for those that don't know virginia is southwest of MD, I was going northeast.) I always get where I'm going. But there are certainly some adventures in between. I've gotten within 50 miles of my destination before, become confused, turned around and drove back 200 miles so that I could try a seperate little backroad that i thought i missed.
How do people sleep with fans going full bore right on their faces? I have a jennifer fan buffer at night and I still wake up feeling like someone has been sanding my windpipe and stuffing my lungs full of a hellish mix of jello and sawdust.
Why am I always in such a dang hurry? I generally leave early enough to get where I'm going at least 15 minutes in advance. But go all to pieces and form a knot of mid-grade panic if I think I'll be late.
What happened to my snores? For 99% of my life I've been a pip (wolfs india blog) snorer. Sleep apnea the whole bit. Three months ago I just stopped. I like to think I'm dreaming I'm living in the jungle and have to be quiet.
You know you're gotten lost when you start noticing teenagers aren't wearing the current fashions. I got so lost the other day I ran into a girl at a gas station wearing bib overalls. A teenage girl. With one of those 80's mushroom haircuts. I have no idea where I was, but I did have the lovely aroma of cow to keep me cheerful.
Why do schedules and plans get under my skin and make me irritable? If someone (Jen usually, I suspect she has a touch of OCD) writes out a little calendar and expects me to adhere to it, it sets in the back of my brain stewing until I can manage to skip one of the activities.
I have absolutely no navigational skills. Put me at point A, and tell me to make my way to point B. It's entirely likely that I will manage it. But there's no telling where I'll wind up first. Case in point, a few years ago I visited my mother in maryland. On my return journey, Not only did i get lost. And right off the bat mind you, I managed to make it almost to pittsburgh. I was trying to go to virginia by the way.(for those that don't know virginia is southwest of MD, I was going northeast.) I always get where I'm going. But there are certainly some adventures in between. I've gotten within 50 miles of my destination before, become confused, turned around and drove back 200 miles so that I could try a seperate little backroad that i thought i missed.
