...this is the same ACLU which utterly ignores second amendment cases? Huh? Did I slip and fall into the twilight zone or something?
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Speaking of which--
Last night Mrs. Fungus put an ep of that show on, and in that show was this ludicrous alien robot-thingy with two heads. Both heads had a single antenna on each, and one had a rotating dish on it. *sigh*
It was so ludicrous I exploded, "What the hell was that?" My wife thought my reaction was just as hilarious as the whatever-it-was.
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In the "I really want a time machine so I can slug myself" department:
Okay: yesterday I struggled to stay awake all day. I mean, even though it was Sunday and I could have justified taking a nap, I didn't. I sat in my rocking chair, I played WoW, I did whatever I could in order to remain conscious and not sleep. At times it was physically painful for me to remain awake and sitting up, but I knew that I didn't dare so much as lay on the sofa lest I fall asleep.
Reason: Mrs. Fungus began taking the Illinois motorcycle rider's course today. I originally was just going to drive her there and back, and so forth; but last night I had a thought and checked the web site...and when I saw that they had 11 walk-in slots available, I thought, "What the hell--why don't I retake the course? It'd be a great refresher, and that way we can go together!" Anyway, she registered for the 8 AM class a couple of months ago--so she could take the class and still go to work--and since I was going with regardless, I'd have to get up at the same time she did.
So that was all well and good, but there was one teeny problem: I COULD NOT GET TO SLEEP. I took half a Xanax around 2:30 AM and still I could not sleep. I might have managed an hour of sleep somewhere between 4 and 5 AM, but it was not very good sleep. When I woke up at 5-ish, I knew I was up for the duration, so I just climbed out of bed and did my pre-blog surf.
Fortunately I am capable of pushing past the fatigue once in a while. I can do an extended day on little sleep as long as it's not all the time, every day; I'm not going to be falling asleep at the wheel or anything.
Especially since I'm going to bed when this post is finished.
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And I have a reason to finish it quickly: I got out of the bathroom and heard part of a message being recorded on the answering machine, and it turns out a friend of mine from high school--from whom I've not heard in more than a decade--gave me a call to have a chat. I've got to call him back, and I'm doing that right now.