Dazed

I barely slept last night so this morning I am seriously dragging ass. And, to make matters much worse, my ill fitting underwear is riding up like Sitting Bull up Dodge Ridge (I know that's not culturally aware of me, however, if you were here, you would see that it EXACTLY fits the circumstances). Why I don't throw these guys out, I have no idea.
Anyway, today everyone is up in arms about the Terry Schiavo bizness. Everyone at work is prattling on and on about it. One loud mouth woman had this huge audience and I just happened to be sitting doing work amongst them. "Blah blah blah" she said [Ed note: summarized for the readers benefit] then she turns to me and asks "What's the name of that child protection agency thingy?" and I quickly reply "NAMBLA, I think"; so she goes on loudly to this whole group "Yeah, so they should get NAMBLA involved because it's not right what the parents are doing to her. NAMBLA would throw them in jail!!".....What?!?! I think it's funny. Actually, I couldn't stop laughing and had to leave...but nobody else got my little stupid joke. I crack my own shit up. Need sleep. But first, i'm going to go listen to the great new spanish guitar hold music for a while. I truly am living the dream. Later.