Trapped in Myself
Last night, I could not fall asleep. I had a miniature panic attack about THE FUTURE and began to question my current identity or lack thereof. It just seems that I lost something alongside one of the lonely highways that we traveled in the past year.
It must be an existential dilemma resulting from the postmodern condition. I could quote Samuel Beckett or Bertold Brecht, but I think I’ll go for something more low brow here to describe my current state:
At 4:45 a.m. after tossing and turning for well over an hour, I went to the freezer and grabbed the vodka. I took a terrible tasting shot and sat on the computer for a few minutes. Since I am such a lightweight now, the booze kicked in right away. It really did the trick. Within about 10 minutes of taking the shot I was fast asleep. If only the poor chap in the One video had that option.
-L
Update:
I think you should start a new web craze, Slumpin. Basically just pretend to be passed out at a variety of famous landmarks, create a site, and invite the populace to submit their own Slumps. Could even have a special category for Jared, the awful teeth, open mouthed slump (ATOMS). Let it run for s few weeks, submit to Digg and kapow! internet millionaires, future assured.
Or, just make vodka shots a nightly tradition.
if only you’d told me this idea a few years ago, I wouldn’t have to pretend to be passed out.
Slumpers like to slump. I SEE SLUMPERS.
tumblas bedda dan slumpas. look at those tumblas. ain’t those tumblas cute.
it all happens from the control rooms of spice gas
um…is that like from spice world? great film.
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