That moment when... sleep deprivation almost starts to become funny in a sort of tragically romantic way. * *Disregard everything written by this user. Probably doesn't make sense considering his state.
that moment when you realise that you are 3 views short of 700 views on your blog (and ive had this blog about a year already)
That moment when you're stone-sharpening your kitchen knife and feel lightning pain at the tip of your finger. I can barely type now.
I got about 12-13 hours of sleep over 4 days. So not much unfortunately. Although I did crash finally and sleep for 16 hours yesterday. Been letting stress get to me too much lately I suppose.
That moment when you go onto Youtube to find old voice recordings and you're soon listening to recordings of people who lived in the late 19th-century. Amazing, yet creepy at the same time.
I have a set of CDs of poets reading their own stuff, and it goes back to Tennyson. Thomas Edison recorded Tennyson reading a poem on his first recording machine! It's kind of amazing to hear.
TMW there's a coin under the washing machine agitator that you can't get out. It shouldn't matter and yet you start looking for ways to take the whole machine apart to get that nickel out.
You take your dog to the designated poopie area in the condo complex. She poops there. You pick it up with the little black poopie bag you brought along because you are a responsible and respectful dog owner. You toss it all in the poopie bin (yes, there's a poopie bin). All is well, until... TMW your dog decides, nope, I was wrong. One more poopie log left and I think I need to leave it right here. Oh, is this where the mean lady lives who eyeballs all the dogs and their owners just in case their dog leaves a poopie log? Good, I thought we had passed it...
That moment... you're sitting in the movie theater and you get that ominous gurgle in your stomach signaling that chicken fajita isn't sitting just right in your belly.
TMW you realize you've past the point of no return as regards having sat on your own leg for too long.
That moment when you're trying to figure out what to call the thing that people use to keep sword sheaths tied around their shoulder and/or neck, and you Google "Sheath String." Nope. Nope. Nope. Ew. Nope. Not what I was looking for AT ALL, Google.
That Moment You Realise: It's Tuesday, not Monday, but Tuesday and for whatever the reason, you are very fond of Tuesday. Wednesday, not so much, (personally, I blame it on that stupid Geico camel...). But it is, indeed, Tuesday and Tuesdays are a very pleasant sort of day. So Tuesday, this Like is for you...
that moment when you want to scream because the essay you have to write for psychology is awful and you dont know what you are supposed to be doing.