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Unless You Came In Here To Wipe My Ass, I Believe We're Through

by Rainier on Jan. 28, 2010 @ 12:00 a.m. PST

At some point last night, I was working on my message of the day, and while I thought about what to write, I fell asleep. That does sound weird on its own, and you're probably thinking, "Maybe you should get that checked out," but there's a very good reason for it.

You see, every Wednesday, we have homemade tacos for dinner, and we've done so for the past 10 years. It's not that we are creatures of habit, but they are so good that we made a regular thing out of it. We bragged about this to some of our friends, and they decided to join us in the festivities last night. Three bottles of wine later, we were all pretty saturated. The key to this story is that wine makes me sleepy, so the end result is that I dozed off in mid-thought.
At some point last night, I was working on my message of the day, and while I thought about what to write, I fell asleep. That does sound weird on its own, and you're probably thinking, "Maybe you should get that checked out," but there's a very good reason for it.

You see, every Wednesday, we have homemade tacos for dinner, and we've done so for the past 10 years. It's not that we are creatures of habit, but they are so good that we made a regular thing out of it. We bragged about this to some of our friends, and they decided to join us in the festivities last night. Three bottles of wine later, we were all pretty saturated. The key to this story is that wine makes me sleepy, so the end result is that I dozed off in mid-thought.
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