3/6/07 7:45:05 AM
I know how Billy Chenowith dies.
I have no idea how my grandfather will. Besides likely sooner rather than later.
Yeah, that’s a thought that will keep one awake even if they had all the Ambien in the world. I’m seriously considering drinking at sun-up just to turn my mind off.
I’ve been an insomniac since birth because, well, my head is a scary and busy and infinitely changing place that I spend most of my time in. But it won’t shut up. Ever.
Sigh. Almost five-o-clock somewhere, right?
Since my phone has a World Clock, the answer is Casablanca*.
Salud.
[Longtime readers will recall that the headline is a callback to my very first post. Have I come full-circle or simply shame spiraled back to the start? Only the fans can decide – and remember, if you don’t vote, then you don’t get to pick your next American Idle.]
* - another “romantic” film that leaves me cold inside.
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I remember that post, and while you know how Billy Chenowith dies, do you know how... well shoot. I was just about to do a witty joke about that crime drama he had on CBS that got cancelled, but I can't even remember the name.
I'm soooo sleepy.
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