There may have been a very serious lapse in judgement.
I had to make a post-work grocery run and I was exhausted. I was so tired, the Samsonites under my eyes were aching; I bought $42 worth of crap, but not the two items I actually needed. Screw tired; let's kick it up to exhausted. Ex-HOUSE-ted - exhausted.
But now, in hindsight, shotgunning that Red Bull probably wasn't a stroke of brillance, because now I'm a jittery ball of nerves with nothing to do. Actually, I do have some things I could do, but keeping the hands steady would probably be an issue. Jittery. Bounce, bounce, bounce.
I'm praying for the hardcore crash in the next forty-five minutes, because I'm terrified I'll be wide awake at 3 a.m., staring at the ceiling and counting the minutes until I turn 30.
And if I'm wide awake at 3 a.m., I promise I'll do something productive.
Oh, but before I go and do something useful, can we all mock the "light display" on the crest? When I first heard about the plan to dot the crest with LEDs, I imagined the vulgarity of Vegas besmerching my beloved mountains. But when I checked at 9:00 and again at 9:30, all it looked like was, um, LEDs dotting the crest.
Happy 300th birthday, Albuquerque. Here's your crappy present . . . please don't ask what it cost.
ETA: Stuart Dyson delivers with the snarktastic standup on Channel 4, referencing aliens demanding a meeting with King Bill (they're not), or Boy Scouts parked on La Luz, holding flashlights (they're not) and letting the unwashed masses say how awesome the lights are (they're not).
Stuart Dyson is always one of my favorite local news personalities. Rock on, Dyson.
I had to make a post-work grocery run and I was exhausted. I was so tired, the Samsonites under my eyes were aching; I bought $42 worth of crap, but not the two items I actually needed. Screw tired; let's kick it up to exhausted. Ex-HOUSE-ted - exhausted.
But now, in hindsight, shotgunning that Red Bull probably wasn't a stroke of brillance, because now I'm a jittery ball of nerves with nothing to do. Actually, I do have some things I could do, but keeping the hands steady would probably be an issue. Jittery. Bounce, bounce, bounce.
I'm praying for the hardcore crash in the next forty-five minutes, because I'm terrified I'll be wide awake at 3 a.m., staring at the ceiling and counting the minutes until I turn 30.
And if I'm wide awake at 3 a.m., I promise I'll do something productive.
Oh, but before I go and do something useful, can we all mock the "light display" on the crest? When I first heard about the plan to dot the crest with LEDs, I imagined the vulgarity of Vegas besmerching my beloved mountains. But when I checked at 9:00 and again at 9:30, all it looked like was, um, LEDs dotting the crest.
Happy 300th birthday, Albuquerque. Here's your crappy present . . . please don't ask what it cost.
ETA: Stuart Dyson delivers with the snarktastic standup on Channel 4, referencing aliens demanding a meeting with King Bill (they're not), or Boy Scouts parked on La Luz, holding flashlights (they're not) and letting the unwashed masses say how awesome the lights are (they're not).
Stuart Dyson is always one of my favorite local news personalities. Rock on, Dyson.
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