I Just Open The Door And Let It Pour Out

A little late today, too much time spent reading other people's blogs (last night and this morning), watching Olympic BMX (ya, time well spent) and laughing at my eldest come up with excuses for not sleeping. They were good ones too, like "because it's raining," or "we haven't been to Nana's for a long time." Nice try, now get your little monkey-ass back to bed. Actually, we let him come down and watch a little men's 3m springboard which he then demo'd by jumping off the couch. Sleep seemed a long way off.

Speaking of excuses, this is all just an excuse for not writing anything, along with being tired and that Supreme Leader was cooking onions last night so my eyes were stinging and I couldn't keep them open and... other stuff. Ya. Shut up. I have a tonne of ideas lately but they are spread out everywhere. Typed into a saved text message, on my iPod's note pad (where I'm writing this now, on the bus beside slightly stinky falling asleep guy), scraps of paper, various email accounts and the most reliable, stuffed in a box in my head between all the other boxes of repressed memories, issues I don't want to deal with and some stale Cheetos.

I'll take cognitive dissociation for $200, Alex.
The Daily Double! Woot!

Actually, the Cheetos aren't that stale, just extra crispy.

From my phone for instance:

Cooking fingers raw meat carpaccio fear

What the hell? I need to kick the meth and go back to heroin. Probably had something to do with an excuse for not cooking juxtaposed with a love for the consumption of raw meat if it's presented properly. Ever had beef sashimi?

From my iPod:

First contact protocol consumption

Wait. I think I twittered that. Something about my youngest eating first and asking questions later.

I need some organizational assistance. I emailed Jodi of Jodiferous last night because she'd mentioned a program she uses on her Mac and iPhone (no hate) the last time I spammed her comment section. Amazingly, she remember the email and told me again. She probably wishes she'd never added an email section to her site. Or that I never found it. Sucka!

I've been spreading a lot of blog love around of late and would be terribly remiss if I didn't tell you to check out her site, Faster Pussycat... type! type! Jodi was like the first "real" blogger to leave me a comment so I love her eternally.

**And at this point the notes on my iPod end as I was struck by waves of nausea because I was writing on the bus and sitting on one of the sideways seats. And oops, it's 8:06 and I'm supposed to be working now. Hold on, I'll make it look like I was doing something...

Ok, there's a whole tree's worth of paper on my desk now. Where was I? Oh, ya, Jodi. Go check her out. She's been a little quiet lately as she's gone temporarily blind from playing mahjong on her iPhone, but dig through her old stuff. Check out Amelia, she's fun. And really, faster pussycat... type! type! The name alone is worth a peek. Wish mine was better, but I was in a rush. Wish my page looked better. Sigh.

Wow, that was a whole lot of nothing.