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except those are the words...

we were at my cousin's last week (or two weeks now?) and we were reminicsing about the words we thought we knew but really didn't...

what was thought to be known:
"and I don't think I have ever seen a slow song in despair"

what it is actually:
"and I don't think I have ever seen a soul so in despair"

what was thought to be known:
"we're going downtown and we're looking around, and sugar we're going down swinging"

what it is actually:
"we're going down, down in an earlier round, and sugar we're going down swinging"

what was thought to be known:
"boys in the house, yeeeaaah. boys in the house, yeeeaaah"

what it is actually:
"poison ivyyyyyyy poison ivyyyyyyy"

what was thought to be known:
"do you really want a baby, let me know"

what it is actually:
"do you really want me baby, let me know"

what was thought to be known:
"all these pedophiles, about really nothing"

what it is actually:
"all this petty fighting, about really nothing"


there were a few more, but I captured some of those before...

and there were a few more that I forgot...

in any case, it doesn't matter what the words actually mean mostly, since people are going to sing whatever they think the lyrics are...

but man... there are some doozies...

so I figured out why my apartment - or my bedroom, rather - has been so dry...

previously - I have been leaving the master bathroom door open - and there is (obviously) a vent for the climate control... well - there is also one in my bedroom...

given that the bathroom essentially is nothing but tile and dry wall, all of that extra heat gets pumped into my room - creating an arid environment.

how fun.

so the past few nights - quite by accident - I have been sleeping with the bathroom door completely closed.

there has been a noticeable decrease in my nightly discomfort.

I still, however annoyingly, wake up almost precisely at 5:03 am every morning, no matter what time I fall asleep.

there is no logical reason, as I have in no way conditioned my biological clock to even consider getting up at that time.

given that 5am will typically be around 4 hours of sleep, I blame it on circadian rhythm and my mind, as it probably knows that a full additional four hours would be impossible, given the time I need to arrive at the office.

this is disheartening, as this morning (or perhaps yesterday morning) headlines news told me that there is no way to catch up on your sleep if you haven't slept...

I haven't done the math, but I once read that if you sleep less than eight hours a day, you lose so many years off the end of your life. My thinking is that if the number of extra years you get at the end of you life is about the same as the extra hours of sleep you get - I figure it's a wash - I mean, you can't really do much while you're sleeping, so why bother with the extra years...

of course - this is strictly speaking from an efficiency standpoint and not by an emotional standpoint - I would of course cherish those extra years with my family and friends (assuming I still had them)

then again, I'm sure these studies are done via surveys of a sampling of people - which could easily be skewed towards a specfic demographic, so who really knows?

I mean - what would a true sampling be for a country whose geographic regions are so diverse and dispersed?

national averages don't mean anything to me.

only because I've been above average... :-P

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and I don't mean that in an Eddie Haskell kind of way...

another one of those I'm so tired I could sleep at my desk...

oh wait...

I did.

what's worse is when you find yourself asleep at your desk, an come to the realization that you just drooled all over yourself.

nasty.

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um... I'm glad that never happened to me...

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I am such a slacker.

but I'd like to examine that.

if I am a slacker and I recognize it, does that mean I'm really not a slacker because a real slacker doesn't realize that he is a slacker... or the fact that you know if you are or not has no bearing on the fact that you are and if you recognize that you it only means that you are a self-aware slacker.

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something to ponder I guess.