Goooooooooooood morning, Portland
You know that feeling you get, when you’ve fallen asleep at 10 p.m. for a change, instead of midnight or 1 a.m., as usual, and the alarm goes off at 6 a.m. and you’ve gotten a full 8 hours sleep? You’re thinking, “I am ready to face the day. Bring it on, day — dishes, something involving hockey, laundry, hockey gear strewn hither and yon, whimsical children, the media, approximately 1,000 new readers every day who expect… something, what I do not know, the cat puking, the other cat puking, the unmet deadlines, the boxes yet to pack — Bring. It. On.”
Then you realize it’s Saturday.
“I’m wide awake/I’m not sleeping.” — U2
PS — NAWACOTID is going well, even on days other than Wednesday. Yesterday I stopped myself four, possibly five times from typing something and hitting “submit.” Today? I’m watching Mrs. Flinger’s video over and over, cuz it’s that sweet.
PSS — I don’t know what these new readers are expecting — more on school politics? An expose of North Portland drug houses? Sex tips? They’re probably not thinking “cat puke and cute babies.” Ha! I know what you guys like to hear about, Usual Suspects.
PPSS — Go read Vixen’s story about her son. It will blow your mind.
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“…and you’ve gotten a full 8 hours sleep?” I do not know this feeling. I have a vague recollection of it from years ago, but that is all.
So you have completed two full days of NAWACOTID in a row? You deserve a present or a medal or something or 8 hours of sleep….
November 17th, 2007 | #