Late Night Lunacy
ALTHOUGH I ADORE LATE NIGHTS, THERE ARE AMPLE REASONS WHY I SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO STAY UP PAST MIDNGHT WITH ANY DEGREE OF REGULARITY. NOT THE LEAST OF THESE IS ILLUSTRATED BELOW, AS WITNESS TO THE VARIOUS ONGOING CONVERSATIONAL BANTER GOING ON INSIDE MY HEAD DURING THE WEE HOURS. A MERE SAMPLING OF THE RANDOM RUMINATIONS THAT HAVE PEPPERED MY ENERGIZER-BUNNY MIND THIS PARTICULAR NIGHT/MORNING:
How in earth do taxicab drivers in NYC keep track of every address in that massive city?
Despite what Copper says, Croc's are just plain cool.
What exactly is the difference between a tortoise and a turtle? Color? Size? Aren't they wholly different species?
I need to paint that wall.
If I eat three mini-Snickers candy bars at midnight, do the calories count for yesterday or today?
In fifteen years, will I look back on photos I take of myself this year and think my hair and clothing styles look as goofy as the ones from fifteen years ago?
I know I am addicted to Dr. Pepper. But if you know you are addicted, it doesn't count, right?
When cats meow, are they communicating to one another in some kind of feline language, or just complaining relentlessly in no particular language?
Why can't I stop this elaborate procrastinating and just write the Christmas card family letter?
How can there possibly be 722 shades of any given single color? The black sweater I bought to go with my black pants, doesn't. Neither does it match my "black" shirt, skirt, or socks. I give up.
SEE? MY BRAIN NEEDS A CURFEW.
posted by lachen at 12:27 AM
5 Comments:
As a personal service, my dear Lachen, I will do my best to put your restless mind at ease with the following:
How in earth do taxicab drivers in NYC keep track of every address in that massive city?
A: They don't. They depend on passengers to be too unobservant to notice that they just passed the same buildings for the third time while the driver tries to figure out where he is.
Despite what Copper says, Croc's are just plain cool.
A: 'gators are cooler, and they taste better.
What exactly is the difference between a tortoise and a turtle? Color? Size? Aren't they wholly different species?
A: The tortoise is longer, sleeker, faster, and English in origin which is why most people believe tortoises to be rather snobbish. Colors vary with habitat, size with diet. Yes.
I need to paint that wall.
A: Can't help you there, I don't do walls.
If I eat three mini-Snickers candy bars at midnight, do the calories count for yesterday or today?
A: They don't count at all if, and only if you can swallow them at precisely midnight with no slice of time falling on either side.
In fifteen years, will I look back on photos I take of myself this year and think my hair and clothing styles look as goofy as the ones from fifteen years ago?
A: Yes.
I know I am addicted to Dr. Pepper. But if you know you are addicted, it doesn't count, right?
A: Doesn't count as what?
When cats meow, are they communicating to one another in some kind of feline language, or just complaining relentlessly in no particular language?
A: Cats don't meow just as cows don't moo, dogs don't woof, horses don't whinny, birds don't peep. It only sounds to us as though they do.
Why can't I stop this elaborate procrastinating and just write the Christmas card family letter?
A: It's the Dr. Pepper, one of its side effects is an increase in procrastination...I think, I haven't looked it up yet, but I will tomorrow...or next week...maybe.
How can there possibly be 722 shades of any given single color? The black sweater I bought to go with my black pants, doesn't. Neither does it match my "black" shirt, skirt, or socks. I give up.
A: A full explanation is beyond the scope of this comment. Take it back to the retailer and tell them you thought it was blue.
Hope that helps.
Man oh man, that's exactly what happens to me from 9pm until I finally manage to fall asleep sometimes between 1am and 3am.
girl, go to bed! Sheesh. LOL
I am glad you are blogging. I miss you.
Hi Lachen-it was good of Allan to try to help you out, even if he didn't know Crocs are shoes.
This is going to sound funny, but when I've had trouble getting to sleep, especially when I have to get up early the next day-I've prayed, asking God to bless the sleep I do get, to multiply the rest as if it were eight hours instead of two. And He does, because He Loves.
Have a great day, Lachen. May God continue to bless you and your family.
Allan, thank you SO much for adding clarity and additional mad to the waters of my little late night mind wanderings.
And thanks to you all for not calling appropriate authorities in with the white coats and soft voices... :)
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